Shahzada-e-Qasim Jaanam

Kamar Me Patka Sajakar Wo Maahtaab Chala, Shah Qasim Sawale Bay'ate Fasiq Ka Ek Jawaab Chala, Shah Qasim Hasan Ka Laal Misaale Abu Turaab Chala To Karbala Bhi, Adab Se Boli

With a sash adorned around his waist, that moon-like youth set forth, King Qasim, He went as the answer to the tyrant's demand for allegiance, King Qasim, The son of Hasan, like Abu Turab (Ali), set forth, And even Karbala spoke with reverence.

Khayam E Shaah Se Wo Shane Kirdigaar Chala, Shah Qasim Husaini Fauj Ka Mu Bolta Wiqaar Chala Ajal Bikherta Maqtal Me Raahwaar Chala Fida Tumhare, Nabi Hai Saare

From the King's (Hussain's) tents, that glory of the Creator set forth, King Qasim, The living dignity of the Hussaini army set forth, His steed rode into the battlefield scattering death, All the Prophets are sacrificed upon you.

Rajaz Labo'n Pe Sajai Ba Rasme Islami, Shah Qasim Abu Turaab Ka Beta Hu Kaisi Nakaami Kahan Chupa Hai Wo Badkaar Arzaq E Shaami Jo Dekhe Tewar, To Bole Haider

With a battle-hymn (rajaz) on his lips, in the Islamic tradition, King Qasim, 'I am the son of Abu Turab, how can there be failure?' 'Where is that wicked Arzaq of Syria hiding?' Seeing his demeanor, Haider (Ali) spoke.

Jo Khainchi Ghaiz Me Aakar Husaam Qasim Ne, Shah Qasim Udoo Se Pucha Bataa Aur Naam Qasim Ne Kiya Laeeno Ka Jeena Haram Qasim Ne Wafa Pukari, Qaza Pukari

When Qasim drew his sword in righteous fury, King Qasim, He asked the enemy, 'Tell me your name,' Qasim, He made life impossible for the wretched ones, Qasim, Loyalty called out, Death called out.

Wigha Ko Arzaq E Shaami Ke Do Pisar Aaye, Shah Qasim Zara Si Der Mein Ghode Se Khaak Par Aaye Zamee'n Pe Laashe Hawao'n Me Sar Nazar Aaye Paro'n Ko Tole, Farishte Bole

The two sons of Arzaq of Syria came to the battlefield, King Qasim, In but a moment, they fell from their horses to the dust, Their bodies on the ground, their heads seen in the air, The angels spread their wings and spoke.

Jo Aaya Arzaq E Shaami Sambhale Qalbo Jigar, Shah Qasim Hasan Ka Laal Badha Qehre Kibriya Bankar Badan Ko Bhi Na Khabar Thi Ke Kab Hua Besar Faza Me Nara, Hasan Ka Goonja

When Arzaq of Syria came, bracing his heart and soul, King Qasim, The son of Hasan advanced like the wrath of the Almighty, His body did not even know when it was severed from its head, The cry of Hasan echoed in the atmosphere.

Ghira Laeeno'n Me Nagaah Gul Badan Qasim, Shah Qasim Sumo Se Ghodo'n Ke Uljha Wo Khasta Tan Qasim Bikhar Gaya Kai Tukdo Me Be Watan Qasim Zameen Royi, Ye Roke Boli

Suddenly, the flower-bodied Qasim was surrounded by the wretched, King Qasim, His weary body became entangled under the hooves of horses, Qasim, Far from home, Qasim was scattered into many pieces, The earth wept, and weeping, it spoke.

Hussain Dasht Me Pohche The Marsiya Padhte, Shah Qasim Ebaa Zamee'n Pe Bichakar Utha Liye Tukde Ebaa Ko Dosh Pe Rakha Ye Bayn Karte Huwe Mai Roya Dilbar, Ye Baat Keh Kar

Hussain reached the desert, reciting a lament, King Qasim, Spreading his cloak on the ground, he gathered the pieces, He placed the cloak on his shoulder, lamenting thus, 'I have wept for my beloved,' saying these words.

Yahi Pe Mazhar O Irfan Khatm Hai Noha, Shah Qasim Bikhar Gaya Sare Maqtal Wo Qasim E Naushaah Radif Bangaya Qirtaas Par Yahi Misra

Here, Mazhar and Irfan, the lament concludes, King Qasim, That young bridegroom Qasim was scattered across the battlefield, This very verse became the refrain upon the paper.