Sword of Hazrat Imam Hussain 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.