Yazid denied his tribe even a single mashk of water
Then, Hazrat Imam Hussain clutched his sword, quiver of arrows and bow
Fought single-handedly -- hundreds of cowards
Valiantly and relentlessly -- bloodied but unbowed.
His jihad was against oppression and unjustness
His holy war was for truth and righteousness
His fight was for the Ummah
His thunderous sword cut them into irrecognizable shreds.
Thirsty and wounded -- fatally and gravely
Lion-hearted grandson of the Prophet
Still, he did not relinquish his sword
Hundreds of vengeful arrows riddled his mighty chest.
He didn't flinch or waver
His horse galloped ragingly faster and faster
Annihilating enemy camps
Cavalrymen and foot soldiers.
We could never forget his martyrdom
His ultimate sacrifice
This eternal fight of noble and good with evil and dark
We have not sheathed our swords yet, like you.
Then, Hazrat Imam Hussain clutched his sword, quiver of arrows and bow
Fought single-handedly -- hundreds of cowards
Valiantly and relentlessly -- bloodied but unbowed.
His jihad was against oppression and unjustness
His holy war was for truth and righteousness
His fight was for the Ummah
His thunderous sword cut them into irrecognizable shreds.
Thirsty and wounded -- fatally and gravely
Lion-hearted grandson of the Prophet
Still, he did not relinquish his sword
Hundreds of vengeful arrows riddled his mighty chest.
He didn't flinch or waver
His horse galloped ragingly faster and faster
Annihilating enemy camps
Cavalrymen and foot soldiers.
We could never forget his martyrdom
His ultimate sacrifice
This eternal fight of noble and good with evil and dark
We have not sheathed our swords yet, like you.
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