Sada Rahe Ga Hussain Ka Gham
Sachay · 1980
The story of Imam Hussain and his sacrifice in Karbala lives on forever in the hearts of his followers. We promise to keep his memory alive through our mourning.
Sada Rahega Hussain Ka Gham
The grief of Hussain will remain forever.
Ye Shor E Giryan Ye Shor E Matam Suni Hui Daastan E Payham Ek Aah Bankar Ubhar Rahi Hai Wo Karbala Ki Sada E Purnam
This clamor of weeping, this clamor of mourning, This oft-heard, continuous tale, Rising like a single sigh, Is the sorrowful voice of Karbala.
Uthay Jo Zilm O Sitam Ke Jhonke Sawaal Ye Tha Ke Kaun Roke Hussain Ibne Ali Ke Dar Par Jami Hui Thi Nigaahe Aalam
When the gusts of tyranny and oppression arose, The question was: who would stop them? At the threshold of Hussain ibn Ali, The eyes of the entire world were fixed.
Bada Jo Hadh Se Ghuroor E Baatil Tadap Utha Phir Hussain Ka Dil Chala Haram Ko Watan Se Lekar Nidaye Zainab Banake Parcham
When the arrogance of falsehood exceeded all bounds, The heart of Hussain stirred with anguish, He departed from his homeland with his family, Making the call of Zainab his banner.
Usoole Fikr O Amal Ko Moda Yazeediyat Ke Fasooh Ko Toda Har Ek Dewaar E Zulm Dhaakar Bana Gaya Deen Ka Qasre Mohkam
He reshaped the principles of thought and action, He shattered the corruption of Yazidiyat, Demolishing every wall of tyranny, He built a fortress of faith, firm and strong.
Jafaon Ka Dil Hila Ke Utha Jo Qabr E Asghar Bana Ke Utha Jawan Ki Mayyat Pe Muskurakar Badal Gaya Fikre Nasle Adam
He rose, shaking the very heart of cruelty, He rose, having prepared the grave of Asghar, And by smiling over the corpse of his youth, He changed the mindset of all mankind.
Sambhal Ke Tokay Hamay Zamana Guzar Gaya Daur Taaziyana Ba Ghaur Sunle Jahan Waale Ab Is Alam Ke Hai Paasban Hum
Let the world be careful in stopping us, The era of the whip has passed, Listen carefully, O people of the world, Now we are the guardians of this banner.
Na Ruk Saki Hai Na Ruk Sakegi Aza E Mazloom Kya Lutegi Dilon Ki Har Ek Dhadkano Se Ubhar Rahi Hai Sadaye Matam
It has not stopped, and it will not stop, How could the mourning of the Oppressed ever be looted? From every heartbeat of our hearts, The voice of mourning is rising.
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