allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
maahe muharram aaya pyaso ki yaad aayi
maahe muharram aaya pyaso ki yaad aayi
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai

kaasim lahu mein dube akbar lahu mein dube
baano ke laal nanhe asgar lahu mein dube
abbas ke bhi tan se baaju zuda huye hai
raahe wafa mein hur bhi akbar fida huye hai
deene nabi pe sab hi jaane luta gaye hai
imaan ki jahan mein shamme jala gaye hai
kaisi ghadi ye dekho hai tarbala mein aayi
kaisi ghadi ye dekho hai tarbala mein aayi
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai

bole husain haq par hum apni jaan denge
par dusmano ke aage hargij na hum jhukenge
muskil kusha ali ke dulaare shahid ho kar
zinda hai faatima ke pyare shahid ho kar
roti hai sunke duniya ye dukh bhari kahani
jo haq pe mit gaye hai ye unki hai nishani
taqdeer se shikayat na aah lab pe aayi
taqdeer se shikayat na aah lab pe aayi
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai

maahe muharmaya pyaso ki yaad aayi
maahe muharmaya pyaso ki yaad aayi
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhai maula teri duhai
allah teri duhaimaula teri duhai
allah teri duhaimaula teri duhai
allah teri duhai allah teri duhai

God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.
Month of Muharram arrives, thirst's memory revived,
Month of Muharram arrives, thirst's memory revived,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.

Kasim drowned in blood, Akbar in blood did reside,
Bano's red babe, little Asghar in blood did abide,
Abbas's arms, torn and severed apart,
In the path of loyalty, angels themselves departed.
On the prophet's faith, all their lives they laid,
In the world of belief, a luminous flame they made.
What a moment, this sorrow, in Karbala's field,
What a moment, this sorrow, in Karbala's field,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.

Husayn declared, for truth, we'll give our all,
But before the foe, we shall never fall.
Precious son of Ali, in martyrdom's grace,
Alive forever, Fatima's beloved's embrace.
The world weeps, hearing this tale of woe,
They who perished for truth, their legacy shall grow.
No lament, no sigh escaped their lips,
No lament, no sigh escaped their lips,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.

Month of Muharram arrives, thirst's memory revived,
Month of Muharram arrives, thirst's memory revived,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry,
God, Your cry, Master, Your cry.