Mera Waris Hai Ali

Khum K Maidaan Me Ailaan Ye Karte The Nabi

In the field of Khum, the Prophet would make this proclamation.

Adam o Nuh o Payamber Hon Ya Hazrat Musa, Younis o Khizr Hon Illiyas K Hazrat Esa, Ghir K Mushkil Me Yehi Kehta Tha Hr Ek Nabi

Whether it be Adam, Noah, or the Prophets, or Hazrat Musa, Whether it be Yunus, Khizr, Ilyas, or Hazrat Isa, Surrounded by difficulty, this is what every Prophet would say.

Qabr Me Mujhse Nakeerain Ne Jb Ye Pocha, Kon Waris Hai Tera Kon Hai Mola Tera, Mujhse Pehle Ye Meri Qabr Ki Mati Boli

When the two angels (Nakeerain) asked me in the grave, 'Who is your heir? Who is your master?', Before I could answer, the soil of my grave spoke.

Maut Kya Maut Se Dar Jane Ka Qissa Kya Hai, Shaam Walon Ne Ali Walon Ko Samjha Kya Hai, Ghir Ke Taighon Me Bhi Kehta Tha Hajar Ibn e Adi

What is death? What is the story of fearing death? What have the people of Shaam understood about the followers of Ali? Even while surrounded by swords, Hajar ibn-e-Adi would say this.

Ghair e Farrar Ka Karrar Ka Haq Hai Mujhpar, Meri Janib Na Kare Koi Sahabi Bhi Nazar, Bola Khaiber Me Alam Hath Lagaye Na Koi

The right of the 'One who never flees' (Ghair-e-Farrar) and the 'Attacker' (Karrar) is upon me, Let no companion even cast a glance in my direction, In Khaiber, the standard-bearer said: 'Let no one touch this'.

Khana e Haq Me Nhi Jayen Ge Dar Se Mola, Un Pe Khul Jaye Ga Aabayi Wo Rasta Unka, Junhi Kaabe Ke Qareeb Aake Kahenge Mehdi

The Master will not enter the House of Truth (Kaaba) through the door, That ancestral path will open up for him, As soon as he comes near the Kaaba, the Mahdi will say.

Maut Ke Maathe Pe Ayega Paseena Ran Me, Hurmla Aj Se Tu Rota Phirega Ban Me, Sab Se Kehti Rahi Maqtal Me Ye Asghar Ki Hasi

Sweat will appear on the forehead of Death on the battlefield, Hurmla, from today you will wander the wilderness weeping, In the slaughterhouse (Maqtal), this laughter of Asghar kept telling everyone.

Maine Aada Ke Saron Pr Hi Apna Safar, Meri Taapon Se Hi Marjaye Ga Sara Lashkar, Ye Rajas Parhte Hue Ran Me Mujalli Nikli

I have made my journey over the heads of the enemies, The entire army will die just from the sound of my hooves, Reciting these war-cries (Rajas), Mujalli (the horse) emerged onto the battlefield.

Mujhko Mola Mere Alfaz Se Pehchanenge, Meer Ko Lehja o Awaaz Se Pehchane Ge, Roz e Mehshar Jo Sada Gunjegi Akbar Apni

My Master will recognize me by my words, He will recognize Meer by his tone and voice, On the Day of Judgment, the cry that will echo, Akbar, is mine.