Yad-e-Kal Khair Bhi Hum

Haye!! Aseer Qafila Darbar E Shaam Jab Aaya, Yazeed (La) Zainab-E-Kubra Se Yun Huwa Goya Lo Aj Raaz “Wa Tu Izzu Man Tasha” Ka Khula Ke Ba Weqaar Hua Kon, Kon Hai Ruswa O! Bad Kalam Theher, O! Bad Kalam Theher, Bolen Zainab-E-Kubra Nashay Mai Mast Hai Aayat Yeh Poori Sab Ko Suna, Wo Haath Khair Ka Hai Kon Mujh Ko Yeh To Bata Ke Jis Se Zillat O Tauqeer Bant’ta Hai Khuda Wo Haath Tu Hai Ke Hum? Wo Haath Tu Hai Ke Hum Ahlebait Hain Us Kay, Hum Hi Hai Izzat O Zillat K Baatne Wale

Alas! When the captive caravan arrived at the court of Damascus, Yazid (may he be cursed) spoke thus to Zainab-e-Kubra: 'Today the secret of "You grant honor to whom You wish" has been revealed, To see who has become dignified and who is disgraced.' 'O foul-mouthed one, stop! O foul-mouthed one, stop!' replied Zainab-e-Kubra, 'You are drunk on power, recite this entire verse to everyone: Tell me, whose hand is the hand of goodness? From which God distributes humiliation and honor? Is that hand yours or ours? Is that hand yours or ours? We are His Ahlebait; we are the ones who distribute honor and humiliation.'

Zainabi Lehje Me Awaaz E Ali Goonj Uthi Zulm Or Jabr Ke Darbar Pe Bijli Si Giri Laeq E Hamd Hai Jis Ne Hame Izzat Bakhshi Surah E Rum Se Shehzadi Ne Aayat Yeh Padhi Jo Bure The So Bura Un Ka Hi Anjaam Hua Jis Ne Quran Ko Jhutlaya Wo Nakaam Hua

In Zainab's tone, the voice of Ali echoed, Like lightning striking the court of oppression and tyranny. 'Worthy of praise is He who granted us honor.' From Surah Rum, the Princess recited this verse: 'Those who were evil, it was evil, That became their ultimate end, Whoever belied the Quran, they were the ones who failed.'

Kia Kaha Tu Ne? Ke Haq Se Hame Ruswai Mili Hum Yeh Kehte Hai Hame Izzat O Sachai Mili Hum Ko Quran Mila Rabb Ki Shanasayi Mili Mere Pyaro Ko Sina Par Bhi Pazirayi Mili Ibn E Marjana Tere Jubba O Dastar Talak Karbala Aagayi Ab Shaam Ke Darbar Talak

What did you say? That we received disgrace from the Truth? We say we received honor and truthfulness. We received the Quran, we received the recognition of the Lord. My loved ones received acceptance even upon the spear-point. O son of Marjana, even your Cloak and turban, Karbala has now arrived here, up to the court of Damascus.

Aye Mere Bhai Ke Qatil Hawas E Zarr Ke Ghulaam Imtehan Yeh Bhi Hai Mai Aur Karun Tujh Se Kalaam Yun Mukhatib Hu Ke Dil Mai Hai Mere Gham Ki Husaam Mujh Ko Dena Hai Hussain Ibn E Ali Ka Payghaam Kar Kay Tazheek E Nabi Tujh Ko Maza Aata Hai Inteqam E Ohad O Badr Pe Itrataa Hai

O murderer of my brother, slave to the greed of gold, It is a trial that I must even speak to you. I address you while the sword of my grief is in my heart, I have to deliver the message of Hussain ibn-e-Ali. By mocking the Prophet, You find pleasure, You boast of taking revenge for Ohad and Badr.

Aye Yazeed E Sitmai! Jaag Bohat Shaad Hai Tu Qaid Karke Hame Samjha Hai Ke Azaad Hai Tu Yeh Teri Khaam Khayali Hai Ke Abaad Hai Tu Nasl Dar Nasl Sada Ke Liye Barbaad Hai Tu Faisla Rab Ka Hai , Mohlat Hai Sambhal Jaane Ki Dheel Dee Jati Hai Zalim Ko Sambhal Jaane Ki

O Yazid of tyranny! Wake up, you are very happy, Thinking that by imprisoning us, you are free. It is your delusion that you are prosperous, You are ruined forever, generation after generation. The decision is God's, There is a respite to gather yourself, A tyrant is given rope to gather himself (before the fall).

Aaj Kis Zom Mai Ashraf Ka Khoon Peeta Hai Kaat Kay Baagh E Risalat Ko Tu Khush Hota Hai Cheekhta Phirta Hai Tu Badr Ka Yeh Badla Hai Mujh Ko Hairat Nahi Hinda Hi Ka Tu Beta Hai Hoga Maloom Shaqawat , Ka Nateeja Us Din Badla Yeh Kya Hai, Liya Jayega Badla Us Din

In what arrogance do you drink the blood of the noble today? You rejoice after cutting down the Garden of Prophethood. You scream around that this is the revenge for Badr, I am not surprised, you are the son of Hinda after all. The result of wickedness, Will be known on that Day, What is this revenge? The revenge will be taken on that Day.

Kardiya Qatl Hamein Tu Ne Ghalat Socha Hai Gosht Apna Hi Chabaya Hai Badan Nocha Hai Kya Khabar Tujh Ko Ke Hum Logo Ka Rutba Kya Hai Aal E Imran Mai Allah Ka Yeh Waada Hai Shohada Surat E Quran, Sada Zinda Hain Wo To Wo Un Ke Muhibban Sadaa Zinda Hin

You killed us, but you thought wrongly, You have chewed your own flesh, you have torn your own body. What do you know of our status? In the House of Imran, this is God's promise: The martyrs, as per the Quran, are forever alive, Not just them, their lovers are also forever alive.

Haye! Mehwe Hairat Hun Jinhe Rab Ne Sar Afraaz Kiya Ilm E Quran Diya Or Yad E Kal Khair Kaha Ah! Un Bagh E Risalat Ke Gulo'n Ko Masla Aasteeno Se Tumhari Hai Lahoo Un Ka Baha Pak O Pakeeza Banaye , The Jo Khud Rabb Ne Badan Aaj Sehra Mai Pade Hain Wohi Be Gor O Kafan

Alas! I am lost in wonder at those whom the Lord exalted, Given the knowledge of the Quran and called the 'Hand of Goodness'. Ah! Those flowers of the Garden of Prophethood were crushed, Their blood flowed from your sleeves. Pure and sanctified, Were the bodies created by the Lord Himself, Today, they lie in the desert, without shroud or grave.

Aazma Le Sitami Jaag Sitam Ke Har Be Dekh Baqi Tere Dil Mai Koi Hasrat Na Rahe Reh Gaya Ho Jo Sitam Koi To Wo Bhi Karle Jeet Kar Har Gaye Teri Hukumat Hum Se Fikr E Shabbir To Phaylay Gi, Muhammad Ki Qasam Yeh Tere Bus Me Nahi Malik O Mukhtar Hain Hum

Test us, O tyrant, wake up, every form of tyranny, See that no desire remains in your heart. If any tyranny is left, do that too, By winning, your government has lost to us. The thought of Shabbir will spread, I swear by Muhammad, This is not in your control, we are the masters and the authorities.

Hafiz E Nahj E Balagha Ka Tha Wo Rob O Jalaal Maut Ki Khamoshi Jesa Hua Darbar Ka Haal Jag Utheen Bibiyan Jo Gham Se Musalsal Thi Nidhaal Bhare Darbaar Se Mazloom Khateeba Ka Sawal Kalema Jis Ka Padha , Us Ka Jigar Kaat Liya Apne Mohsin He Ke Nawaase He Ka Sar Kaat Liya

That was the awe and majesty of the guardian of Nahj al-Balagha, The state of the court became like the silence of death. The ladies, who were exhausted from constant grief, awoke, From the crowded court came the question of the oppressed orator: 'The one whose Kalima you recited, You cut his liver (son), You cut the head of the grandson of your own benefactor.'

Tum The Nau Laakh Darinde Wo Bahattar (72) Insaan Un Bahattar Me Bhi Asghar Sa Tha Ek Tishna Dahan Aisa Masoom Qasam Khata Hai Jin Ki Qur’an Haye Un Pyaaso Ke Hulqoom Pe Khanjar Tha Rawan Tum Yeh Kehte Ho Paye Jung Hussain Aaya Tha Betiyo Behno Ko Phir Saath Me Ky Laya Tha?

You were nine hundred thousand predators, they were seventy-two humans, Among those seventy-two, there was one thirsty infant like Asghar, Such an innocent one, by whom the Quran swears. Alas! The dagger was moving on the throats of those thirsty ones. You say that for War, Hussain had come, Then why did he bring his daughters and sisters along?

Aye Yazeed(LA)! Aj Na Kyun Tujh Pe Falak Toot Pade Tu Ne Wo Zulm Kiye Jis Se Muhammad Roye Haye Namoos E Nabi Kucha O Bazaar Phire Dar O Deewar Saje Kothon Se Patthar Barse Shamiyo Hum Pe Naya , Ab Yeh Ghazab Karte Ho Choti Zehra Ko Kaneezi Mai Talab Karte Ho?

O Yazid (LA)! Why does the sky not collapse upon you today? You committed such atrocities that Muhammad wept. Alas! The honor of the Prophet wandered through alleys and bazaars, Doors and walls were decorated, stones rained down from rooftops. O people of Damascus, now you commit This new wrath upon us, You demand the little Zehra into slavery?

Khatm Taqreer Hui , Mehshar E Khamosh Utha Ya Ali ! Aap Ki Beti Ka Ajab Khutba Tha Murda Darbaar Pe Chahi Thi Khateeba Ki Sada Bich Gayi Sarwar O Rehan Wahan Farsh E Aza Bhai Kay Sir Pe Nazar , Zainab E Kubra Ki Padhi Jhuk Gayi Bali Sakina Pe Ali Ki Beti

The speech ended, A silent Day of Judgment arose, Ya Ali! Your daughter's sermon was wondrous. The orator's voice had covered the dead court, Sarwar and Rehan spread the carpet of mourning there. Her gaze fell upon her brother's head, Zainab-e-Kubra bowed, Ali's daughter bowed over the young Sakina.