Qasim Hoon Karwan-e-Shujat Ka

Qasim Hoon Karwan-e-Shujat Ka Mir Hoon. Dono Jahan Mein Aap Hi Apni Nazeer Hoon. Har Khaibari Mahaz Ka Main Qalageer Hoon. Talwar Ka Dhani Hoon Qalam Ka Ameer Hoon. Seene Mein Dil Hai Fatah-e-Badar-o-Hunain Ka. Beta Hasan Ka Hoon Tu Sipahi Hussain Ka.

I am Qasim, the leader of the caravan of bravery. I am my own equal in both worlds. I am the conqueror of every battlefield like Khaybar. I am the master of the sword and the commander of the pen. In my chest beats the heart of the conqueror of Badr and Hunain. I am the son of Hasan, and the soldier of Hussain.

Zahra-o-Mustafa-o-Ali-o-Hasan Hussain. Sajjad Our Baqir-o-Jafar Dilon Ke Chain. Kazim Raza Taqi-o-Naqi Haq Ki Zaib-o-Zain. Our Askari-o-Mehdi-e-Dein Jan-e-Mashreqain. Awwal Se Taba Sakin-e-Khizra Ka Aaina. Hum Terhwin Baras Mein Hain Chodah Ka Aaina.

Zahra, Mustafa, Ali, Hasan, and Hussain. Sajjad, Baqir, and Jafar are the peace of our hearts. Kazim, Raza, Taqi, and Naqi are the beauty and adornment of Truth. And Askari and the Mehdi of the faith are the life of the East and West. From the first to the last, we are the reflection of the dwellers of the Green Dome (Prophet's house). In my thirteenth year, I am the reflection of the fourteen (Infallibles).

Sar Par Hai Khood-e-Nad-e-Ali Fatha Ki Kaleed. Pehne Hoye Hain Jism Pe Hum Zirrah-e-Al-Hadeed. Kartay Hain Ran Mein Waqt-e-Waga Hamla-e-Shadeed. Woh Taig Hain Keh Jis Ka Niwala Hai Har Yazid. Patka Kamar Mein Hai Shah-e-Aali Sifaat Ka. Taweez Bazoon Pe Hai Baba Ke Hath Ka.

On my head is the helmet of 'Nad-e-Ali', the key to victory. I wear the iron armor upon my body. In the heat of battle, I launch a fierce assault. It is that sword whose morsel is every Yazid. Around my waist is the sash of the King of High Attributes (Ali). On my arms is the amulet written by my father's hand.

Yaad-e-Shahadat-e-Shuhda Hai Hamarey Sath. Farzand-e-Fatima Ki Wila Hai Hamarey Sath. Ik Gham Naseeb Maa Ki Dua Hai Hamarey Sath. Hum Hain Khuda Ke Sath Khuda Hai Hamarey Sath. Haq Ke Khilaf Kufar Ki Zoor Aazmai Hai. Hum Se Lara Jo Oss Ki Khuda Se Larai Hai.

The memory of the martyrdom of the martyrs is with us. The love (wilayat) of the son of Fatima is with us. The prayer of a grief-stricken mother is with us. We are with God, and God is with us. It is the testing of strength by disbelief against the Truth. Whoever fought us has fought against God.

Yakja Yahan Pe Kis Ke Saharey Hoye Ho Tum. Kya Soch Kar Wiga Ke Shararey Hoye Ho Tum. Bazm-e-Hudaibiya Mein Bhi Harey Hoye Ho Tum. Baba Hasan Ki Sulha Ke Marey Hoye Ho Tum. Mosa Hain Sahiron Ke Tamashon Se Kya Larein. Hum Malik-e-Hayat Hain Lashon Se Kya Larein.

By whose support have you gathered here? Thinking what, have you become sparks of war? You were defeated even in the gathering of Hudaibiya. You are those killed by the peace treaty of my father Hasan. We are Moses, why should we fight the tricks of magicians? We are the masters of life, why should we fight the corpses?

Anjam-e-Karzar Pe Koi Nazar Bhi Hai. Kya Shaam Ke Risalon Mein Harf-e-Sahar Bhi Hai. Seene Akar Ke Taan Rahe Ho Jigar Bhi Hai. Larney Tu Aa Gaye Ho Tumhein Kuch Khabar Bhi Hai. Iss Rukh Se Bhi Shikast-e-Sitam Aashkar Hai. Oss Jang Mein Qalam Tha Yahan Zulfiqar Hai.

Do you have any foresight regarding the outcome of this battle? Is there any word of dawn in the cavalry of Sham? You are puffing out your chests, but do you even have the heart for it? You have come to fight, but do you have any awareness? From this side too, the defeat of tyranny is evident. In that war (Hasan's time) there was the pen, here there is the Zulfiqar.

Kufar-o-Nifaq-o-Shirk Ke Paidaishi Ghulam. Bad Shakal-o-Bad Naseeb-o-Bad Adwar-o-Kaj Khiram. Bad Nasal-o-Bad Tamasho Bad Anjam-o-Bad Kalam. Soraj Se Larney Aaye Hain Shab Zadgan-e-Shaam. Gham Ko Khushi Samajh Ke Uchalna Tu Dekhiye. Chamgadiron Ka Din Mein Nikalna Tu Dekhiye.

Born slaves of disbelief, hypocrisy, and polytheism. Ugly-faced, ill-fated, ill-mannered, and crooked-walking. Base-born, ill-natured, ill-fated, and foul-mouthed. The night-stricken people of Sham have come to fight the sun. Look at them jumping, thinking grief is joy. Look at the bats coming out in the daylight.

Jagay Ho Shab Ko Dar Se Keh Soye Ho Shamiyon. Aankhein Tu Keh Rahi Hain Keh Roye Ho Shamiyon. Buzdil Safon Ko Saf Mein Paroye Ho Shamiyon. Ab Tak Ghuma Ke Dasht Mein Khoye Ho Shamiyon. Kya Bhool Ho Gayi Hai Yeh Samjho Gay Dair Se. Jangal Mein Larney Aaye Ho Our Woh Bhi Shair Se.

Have you stayed awake all night out of fear, or have you slept, O people of Sham? Your eyes are saying that you have been weeping, O people of Sham. You have woven cowardly ranks into your lines, O people of Sham. You have been lost wandering in the desert until now, O people of Sham. You will realize late what a mistake you have made. You have come to fight in the jungle, and that too against a lion.

Foaj-e-Kaseer Dekh Ke Itra Rahe Ho Tum. Hinda Ki Le Mein Badar-o-Ohad Ga Rahe Ho Tum. Bugz-e-Abu Turab Mein Bal Kha Rahe Ho Tum. Khamosh Hain Tu Munh Pe Charhey Aa Rahe Ho Tum. Tukron Mein Bant Dein Gay Labon Ki Kaman Ko. Guddi Se Khainch Lein Gay Tumhari Zaban Ko.

Seeing your massive army, you are acting arrogant. You are singing of Badr and Uhud in the tune of Hinda. You are twisting with malice against Abu Turab (Ali). Because we are silent, you are climbing onto our faces. We will break the bows of your lips into pieces. We will pull out your tongues from the back of your necks.