Mai Shaheed e Raahe Khuda Hu

Karam Hussain Ka Mujhpar Mazeed Hojaye Maru Jo Farsh e Aza Par To Eid Hojaye Ajeeb Jazba Hai Har Maa Duae Karti Hai Khuda Kare Mera Baccha Shaheed Hojaye

May the grace of Hussain increase upon me, If I die on the carpet of mourning, may it be a day of celebration (Eid). What a strange passion, every mother prays, 'May God grant that my child becomes a martyr.'

Wajhe Hayaat Bangai Mere Liye Qaza

My death has become the very reason for my life.

Labbaik Ki Uth Ti Thi Har Ek Samt Sadaen Khud Maut Mujhe Deti Thi Jeene Ki Duaen Tazeem Ko Phir Jhuk Gai Khud Meri Nigahen Phir Murtuza Ne Mujhko Gale Se Laga Liya

Calls of 'Labbaik' (I am here) were rising from every direction, Death itself was giving me prayers for life. Then my own eyes bowed in reverence, And then Murtuza (Imam Ali) embraced me.

Ye Dars Mujhe Apni Shahadat Se Mila Hai Shabbir Pe Marne Me Hi Jeene Ka Maza Hai Ab Taaba Qayamat Mera Ghar Karbobala Hai Qatra Tha Apni Zaat Me Darya Se Jaa Mila

This lesson I have received from my own martyrdom: There is joy in living only by dying for Shabbir (Hussain). Now until the Day of Judgment, my home is Karbala, I was a mere drop in my own essence, but I have merged with the ocean.

So Jaan Se Qurbaan Mili Kaisi Sa'adat Maujood Thi Baali Pe Meri Shahe Wilayat Us Dam Thi Nigahe Meri Masroof e Ziyarat Kab Mera Dum Nikal Gaya Mujhko Nahi Pata

What a blessing I received, sacrificing my life a hundred times over, The King of Wilayat (Hussain) was present at my head, At that moment, my gaze was occupied with his visitation, I do not even know when my soul departed.

Masoom Ke Anwaar Ka Yu Bangaya Zaer Jaise Kisi Manzil Pe Pohoch Jae Musafir Ghaazi Se Mutahir Ne Kiya Hai Mujhe Taahir Sab Dhul Gaye Gunaah Lahu Jab Mera Baha

I became a pilgrim of the Infallible's light, Just as a traveler reaches their destination. The Ghazi (Abbas) has purified me through the Purified One, All my sins were washed away when my blood flowed.

Turbat Se Andhero Ka Guzar Ho Nahi Sakta Maujood Hai Masoom Hai Mahaul Kisa Ka Matam Kabhi Hota Hai Kabhi Hota Hai Girya Mera Mazaar Sheh Ka Azakhana Bangaya

Darkness cannot pass through my grave, The Infallible is present; it is the atmosphere of the People of the Cloak (Panjetan), Sometimes there is mourning, sometimes there is weeping, My tomb has become the mourning-house of the King (Hussain).

Mai Kaise Bhula Sakta Hu Ashoor e Moharram Zakhmo Se Badan Choor Tha Aur Karb Ka Aalam Yaad Aagai Fitrus Ki Kahani Mujhe Us Dum Daali Nazar Hussain Ne Har Zakhm Bhar Gaya

How can I forget the Ashura of Muharram? My body was broken with wounds and in a state of anguish, At that moment, I remembered the story of Fitrus, Hussain cast a glance, and every wound was healed.

Aye Dosto Ho Laakh Mukhalif Ye Zamana Sar Apna Kabhi Zulm Ke Aage Na Jhukana 9 Laakh Bhi Aajae To Tum Khauf Na Khana Meri Tarah Jo Tum Ko Bhi Deni Hai Ye Sadaa

O friends, even if this world is a million times against you, Never bow your head before oppression. Even if nine hundred thousand come, do not feel fear, If you too, like me, have to give this call:

Ab Meri Aizza Ke Liye Hai Ye Meri Baat Jeeta To Kaha Hoti Bhala Meri Ye Auqaat Hai Khuld Me Ghar Hurr e Dilawar Ka Mere Saath Zarre Se Mujhko Shaah Ne Suraj Bana Diya

Now this is my message for my loved ones: If I had lived, would I have ever attained this status? My home in Paradise is alongside Hurr-e-Dilawar, The King turned me from a speck of dust into a sun.

Paighaam Takallum Ye Zamane Ko Suna Do Rutba Jo Shaheedo Ka Hai Duniya Ko Bata Do Lau Shauqe Shahadat Ki Kuch Is Tarha Badha Do Jaa Deke Har Hussain Ka Aashiq Ye De Sadaa

Takallum, proclaim this message to the world, Tell the world what the rank of the martyrs is. Increase the flame of the passion for martyrdom in such a way, That by sacrificing their lives, every lover of Hussain may give this call: