Mohammad Ka Gharana

Noke Naiza Pe Bhi Qur'aan, Sunane Wale

Even from the tip of the spear, they are the ones who recite the Quran.

Ye Jafao'n Ke Sile Mein Bhi Dua Dete Hai Apne Qatil Ko Bhi Sharbat Ye Pila Dete Hai Ek Sajde Se Ye Islam, Bachane Wale

Even in return for cruelty, they offer prayers. They even offer water to their own killers. With a single prostration, they are the ones who saved Islam.

Ek Mashkeeze Mein Darya Ko Utha Lete Hai Ye To Khud Pyaas Ko Darya Ki Bujha Dete Hai Pyaase Darya Se Palat Kar Hai, Ye Aane Wale

They carry the entire river in a single water-skin. They are the ones who quench the thirst of the river itself. Returning from the thirsty river, they are the ones who come.

Baat Ho Haqq Ki To Ye Maut Se Ghabrate Nahi Ilm Hai Inko Shahadat Hai Shehad Se Sheeree'n Maut Ko Jeene Ke Aadab, Sikhane Wale

When it comes to the Truth, they do not fear death. They know that martyrdom is sweeter than honey. They are the ones who teach the etiquette of living to death itself.

Apne Haatho'n Pe Uthate Hai Kabhi Khaiber Ko Aur Zara Maqtal E Akbar Ki Taraf To Dekho Budhe Kaandho' Pe Jawaa'n Laash, Uthane Wale

Sometimes they lift the gates of Khaiber with their own hands, But look towards the battlefield of Akbar: They are the ones who carry the body of a youth on aged shoulders.

Door Tareekiye Aalam Ko Kiya Shahe Zaman Naam E Ahmed Ke Diye Karke Dilo'n Mein Roshan Apne Khaime Ke Charagho Ko, Bujhane Wale

The King of the Age dispelled the darkness of the world, Lighting the lamps of Ahmed's name in every heart, While extinguishing the lamps of his own tents.

Laashe Paamaal Hui Qaidi Bane Ghar Bhi Jala Phir Bhi Paigham Mohammad Ka Mitaye Na Mita Tanha Nau Laakh Ke Lashkar Ko, Harane Wale

Bodies were trampled, they became captives, homes were burned, Yet the message of Muhammad could not be erased. They are the ones who, alone, defeated an army of nine hundred thousand.

Humne Yu Meesum O Salman Baqa Paayi Hai Chauda Sadiyo'n Se Jo Naslo'n Mein Aza Aayi Hai Nasl Dar Nasl Azadaaar, Banane Wale

This is how we, like Meesum and Salman, have found eternal life. Through the mourning that has passed down through generations for fourteen centuries, They are the ones who make us mourners, generation after generation.