Shabbir Ki Khatir Jeena Hai

Hum Qatl Hue Har Hamle Par Seeno Me Hararat Sehna Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

We have been slain in every attack, We must endure the burning heat within our chests. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Shabbir Ke Khatir Marne Par Kyu Duniya Maare Deti Hai Eemaan Ke Seene Me Khanjar Zulmat Ke Utaare Deti Hai Har Gaam Musibat Dhati Hai, Har Gaam Hasare Karti Hai Is Gham Ki Feza Me Charo Taraf Nafrat Bhi Ubhare Deti Hai Kya Nasle Umayya Ke Dil Me Abhi Wo Shakawat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

Why does the world kill us for dying for the sake of Shabbir? It plunges the daggers of darkness into the chest of faith. At every step, calamity strikes; at every step, it lays siege. In this atmosphere of grief, hatred rises on all sides. Is that same malice still alive in the hearts of the Umayyad lineage? The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Hum Farshe Aza Par Baithe Hai Ye Farsh Hamari Dharti Hai Shabbir Ke Matamdaro Par Duniya Ye Sitam Kyu Karti Hai Ye Qaum To Hai Islam Ka Par Qur'an Hadaf Ye Padti Hai Ye Fikr E Husaini Jurm Hai Kya Jo Isse Ye Duniya Darti Hai Hum Aal E Nabi Ke Shedayi Humme Ye Riwayat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

We sit on the carpet of mourning; this carpet is our earth. Why does the world commit such atrocities against the mourners of Shabbir? This nation belongs to Islam, yet it targets the Quran. Is the Husaini ideology a crime, that the world fears it so? We are the devotees of the Prophet's family; in us, this tradition lives. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Ye Qaum Jo Matam Karti Hai Ye Matam Hai Dildaro Ka Ye Qaum Jo Rona Karti Hai Ye Rona Hai Ghumkhwaro Ka Kamzor Na Samjhe Koi Ise, Ye Lashkar Hai Jarraro Ka Jo Karbobala Se Rishta Hai Wo Rishta Hai Talwaro Ka Is Aag Ugalte Maqtal Me Ye Qaum Ye Millat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

This nation that mourns, it is the mourning of the brave-hearted. This nation that weeps, it is the weeping of the sympathetic. Let no one consider it weak; this is an army of the valiant. The bond we have with Karbala is the bond of swords. In this fire-breathing battlefield, this nation and this community live. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Jin Logo Ke Ghar Ujde Hai Wo Un Khaimo Ko Yaad Kare Zakhmi Jo Hue Hai Maqtal Me Wo Un Zakhmo Ko Yaad Kare Maqtool Hue Jinke Bacche Wo Un Baccho Ko Yaad Kare Jin Mao Ke Bete Na Rahe Wo Un Beto Ko Yaad Kare Us Gham Ke Tasawwur Se Logo Mazloom Ki Hurmat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

Those whose homes were destroyed, let them remember those tents. Those who were wounded in the battlefield, let them remember those wounds. Those whose children were slain, let them remember those children. Those mothers whose sons did not survive, let them remember those sons. Through the contemplation of that grief, the honor of the oppressed lives, people. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Har Saal Aza Ye Hoti Hai Har Saal Moharram Aata Hai Akbar Ki Azaan Ka Lehja Bhi Fir Rasme Dua Ban Jata Hai Abbas Ka Ye Rangeen Alam Har Gaam Yuhi Lehrata Hai Marte Hai Kaha Ye Ehle Wafa Fir Waqt Unhe Dohrata Hai Akbar Ki Jawani Qayam Hai Abbas Ki Seerat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

Every year this mourning happens; every year Muharram arrives. The tone of Akbar's Adhan becomes a ritual of prayer once more. This colorful standard of Abbas waves just like this at every step. Where do the faithful die? Time repeats them again. Akbar's youth remains established; the character of Abbas lives. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Jis Ka Ye Juloos E Matam Hai Kya Uska Hasham Ruk Jaega Shabbir Ke Matamdaro Ka Badhta Ye Qadam Ruk Jaega Jiski Ye Sabile Baqi Hai Wo Behre Karam Ruk Jaega Kya Dehshat Ke Is Maqtal Me Haadi Ka Alam Ruk Jaega Jo Noke Sina Par Roshan Hai Wo Tarz E Qayadat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

Whose mourning procession this is, will his majesty stop? Will the advancing step of Shabbir's mourners stop? Whose water-dispensing stations remain, will that ocean of generosity stop? In this battlefield of terror, will the standard of the Guide stop? The style of leadership that shines on the tip of the spear is alive. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Hum Apni Musibat Me Maula Kab Aapke Ghum Ko Bhool Gae Sab Ranjo Sitam Hai Yaad Hame Apne Pe Sitam Ko Bhool Gae Talwar Bhi Hai Zadd Par Lekin Kab Ehle Haram Ko Bhool Gae Hai Mashke Sakina Yaad Hame Kab Deedae Nam Ko Bhool Gae Is Maut Ke Larza Khezi Me Shabbir Ki Nusrat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

In our own troubles, Master, when have we forgotten Your grief? We remember all the suffering and tyranny; we have forgotten the tyranny upon ourselves. The sword is within reach, but when have we forgotten the family of the Prophet? We remember Sakina's water-skin; when have we forgotten those tearful eyes? In this trembling of death, the support of Shabbir lives. The longing for martyrdom lives again.

Maula Ke Hilaal Humlogo Par Ye Waqt Bohot Hi Bhari Hai Jo Maare Gae Un Logo Par Ek Sog Hai Aaho Zaari Hai Is Sog Me Lekin Karbobala Ehsaas Me Apne Taari Hai Shabbir Ka Noha Baqi Hai Shabbir Ka Matam Jaari Hai Safdar Ki Zaba Par Hai Noha Ab Taba Qayamat Zinda Hai Fir Shauk E Shahadat Zinda Hai

Master, this time is very heavy upon us. For those who were killed, there is mourning and lamentation. Yet in this mourning, Karbala is present in our consciousness. Shabbir's elegy remains; Shabbir's mourning continues. On Safdar's tongue is the elegy, now until the Day of Judgment, it lives. The longing for martyrdom lives again.