Rahe Salamat

Sina Pe Bol Raha Hai Hussain Ibne Ali

Hussain, son of Ali, speaks from atop the spear.

Lahoo Mein Apne Naha Kar, Hazaar Sadme Utha Kar, Yazeediyat Ko Mita Kar

Bathed in his own blood, bearing a thousand sorrows, having erased the path of Yazid.

Khuda Ke Deen Ka Parcham Baland Maine Kiya, Kisi Yazeed Mein Taaqat Kahan Jhukaye Mujhe, Safar Ba Noke Sina Khud Pasand Maine Kiya, Sune Ye Saara Zamana Hussain Ki Awaaz

I raised the banner of God's religion high; where is the power in any Yazid to make me bow? I chose this journey upon the spear-point myself; let the whole world hear the voice of Hussain.

Qubool Is Liye Naize Ki Nauk Ki Maine, Mera Kata Hua Sar Dushmano Se Past Na Ho, Mai Sar Uthaye Huwe Dushmano Se Kehta Hoo, Hussain Hota Wohi Hai Jise Shikast Na Ho

I accepted the spear-point so that my severed head would not be lowered before the enemy. With my head held high, I say to the enemies: Hussain is he who knows no defeat.

Range Wafa Dikhlaata Hai, Warna Kaun Kisi Ki Khaatir, Apna Khoon Bahata Hai

It shows the color of loyalty; otherwise, who sheds their own blood for the sake of another?

Ye Kaale Kapde Jo Zeb E Tan Hai, Ishq E Hussaini Ki Hai Daleel, Jhoole Amaari Taaziyadari, Seena Zani Pani Ki Sabeel, Ahle Aza Ko Ye Tehzeebe, Ishq E Hussain Sikhata Hai

These black clothes that I wear are proof of my love for Hussain. The cradle, the procession, the mourning, the chest-beating, the water-stalls—this etiquette of the mourners is taught by the love of Hussain.

Ye Chote Bache Aur Shabbe Daari, Yun To Bada Mushkil Hai Safar, Socho Agar Tum Ahle Zamana, Ishq E Hussaini Ka Hai Asar, Ishq E Hussain Hi In Bachon Ko, Farshe Aza Tak Laata Hai

These small children and the night-vigils—this journey is very difficult. If you think about it, people of the world, it is the effect of the love of Hussain. It is the love of Hussain that brings these children to the mourning carpet.

Dekho Zara Tum Kaabe Mein Jaa Kar, Sirf Musalman Honge Wahan, Farshe Aza Wo Wahid Jagah Hai, Apne Paraye Sab Hai Jahan, Aata Wohi Hai Farshe Aza Par, Jisko Hussain Bulaata Hai

Look, if you go to the Kaaba, only Muslims will be there. The mourning carpet is the only place where everyone, friend and stranger alike, is present. Only the one whom Hussain calls comes to the mourning carpet.

Wo Jo Binaye Farhse Aza Hai, Hum Hai Usi Bibi Ki Dua, Ishq E Hussaini Tha Uske Dil Mein, Aur Hamein Virse Mein Mila, Jisko Mila Virse Mein Ye Matam, Ahle Aza Kehlaata Hai

She who is the foundation of the mourning carpet, we are the prayers of that Lady (Zainab). The love of Hussain was in her heart, and we received it as an inheritance. Whoever receives this mourning as an inheritance is called a mourner.

Ishq E Hussaini Dil Mein Basa Kar, Zinda Rakhi Ghazi Ne Wafa, Jisne Wafa Ko Zinda Rakha Hai, Bali Sakina Ka Hai Chacha, Usko Dua Deti Hai Sakina, Jo Bhi Alam Ko Utha'ta Hai

By harboring the love of Hussain in his heart, the Ghazi (Abbas) kept loyalty alive. He who kept loyalty alive is the uncle of young Sakina. Sakina prays for whoever raises the standard (Alam).

Ishq E Hussaini Se Hai Namazein, Ishq E Hussaini Farshe Aza, Ishq E Hussaini Sholon Pe Chalna, Seena Zani Zanjeer O Khama, Ishq E Hussaini Ti Taaqat Se, Matami Khoon Mein Nahata Hai

Prayers exist because of the love of Hussain; the mourning carpet exists because of the love of Hussain. Walking on flames, chest-beating, chains, and blades—all are because of the love of Hussain. With the strength of the love of Hussain, the mourner bathes in blood.

Suno Mazhar O Irfan Ay Azadaran E Man, Yehi Wo Shohdaye Karbala Hai, Jinhone Hal Min Ki Sada Par Laabbaik Kaha, Aur Mere Ishq Mein Apni Jaano Ka Nazrana Pesh Kiya

Listen, Mazhar and Irfan, O my mourners, these are the martyrs of Karbala who said 'Labbayk' (I am here) to the call of 'Hal min nasir' (Is there any helper?), and offered their lives as a sacrifice in my love.