The doomsday or ascension day

Is this the doomsday or ascension day or Karbala day?

Are the flowers of tulips red blood in the sand?

Red hangover is mixed with poisons, the cup is full of them.

What is going on with enthusiasm? Meenu Sarbala

Why do you throw a scrotum to your lover?

To whom is this rose, I want your children halal.

Someone gets hanged in fire, cross and hanging.

Some people have heads, some people have flowers, the beauty and perfection of life.

Today the king of lovers is in Darwan, my beloved.

The power of this soil is showing you the power of love

The whole world is shivering in darkness, but one skin is shining.

Look, her eyes are shining, on something new.

Your Mansoor hates them, your Jesus is surprised.

These are the flames of the sun, that the stars of the sun shine.

A rose is walking on its own, in the desert it's black.

A white candle laughs in a storm of anger.

Why where are you going, O Hussain, why?

Karbala is not a disaster. What are you looking at in this sand?

Why did you make your sorrow more beautiful, you beautiful black eyes.

Power and gold, Iqbal and Bakht are the same and the shadow of it.

Yazid Khan is the world today, human is hungry and weak.

What is the example of a human being for this sold slave?

The light of tomorrow's star, on this dark winter evening?

Don't look up beautiful, today your God is your lover.

Don't help, don't blame, this is your exam time.

Your choice and destiny became one, on this day in this house.

I am looking at the joy of your love and the strength of your faith.

Oh the branches of red roses! This is the evening of autumn

These infidels are thirsty for your blood.

Go away my love, bartender away the pub.

From red fire and red hangover, you have made it full.

Oh my sad friend! Grief is part of love.

Burning is the taste of the instrument and hangover, the sound of the mother of faith.

Those who have found their beloved, they will rest in peace.

Name sign stopped death, time stopped story.

When you bet it with your head; fun, beauty, dreams.

Redness becomes a thousand types of fun, hangover becomes a thousand colors.

Look, look, oh beautiful, look, this is Jesus.

This drunk beggar is Moses, Abraham is the friend of God.

One hanging, one in the middle of the fire, the beauty of the beloved saw.

An innocent was crucified, wearing a crown of thorns.

This white blade of Shamar is for you beautiful.

It is faith, bravery, luck and trust.

Oh another lamp of love, the light has come in the morning.

The storm of anger has come, when Yazid is with the army.

Oh God, the battlefield is strange.

On one side there are black lines, on the other side it is only Hussain's challenge.

Power, pride and greed on one side, side by side.

On the other side there is a love Iman, drunk and on the move.

Oh God, look at Pharaoh today, again fighting Moses.

It is strange that he is a king and a beggar.

One side of your eyes are like stones, every conscience is like rust.

On the other side everyone is poor, they are dying of thirst.

Look in everyone's eyes, manhood is madness.

It is a story like Adam, it is a strong belief of humanity.

The whole world is dark, they are the dream of others.

War is not for crown but for throne, war is for human rights.

This arrogant Pharaoh is sitting, a drunk tiger animal.

Cold and merciless spoonsnake, has been bitten by Durran.

They are dying of thirst, little children.

The army is standing in rows around him.

Each flower quenches the thirst, the flower of the Prophet.

And Yazid is standing and listening, the cries, hay and the soran.

This monster is from Karbala, half mad and half devil.

Many cruel monsters have passed in this world.

Such cruelty has never happened and will never happen in this world.

All thirsty children died on the banks of China.

At last shout Hussain, brave son I am of Haider.

If I am hungry and thirsty today, I am actually a lion and tiger.

Come and see Pharaohs, the fire of Haider's blood.

Come to the field, so that we can show our strength.

But Yazid hid behind him, war started around him.

Karbala is colored with blood, desert is full of shouts.

This is not a war between ten and gold, it is a massacre.

Sold for lakhs and gold, everyone is a slave of his own greed.

Hussein's friends were Haidari when he was a man.

But the flood drowned the swords, if they were tested 100 times.

Tired, thirsty, sweet, lonely; Hussain looked at the sky.

Ali Muski was standing, looking down to the field.

Oh Husseinah! Our blood, always flows from God.

How many times have you taken your good deeds and your father?

More just more baby girl! When the steel is cleaned.

The blood of martyr is always drunk on the sword of executioner.

The whole world is trapped in darkness, they have forgotten their honor and faith.

When a man becomes a man of another, he has destroyed many generations.

Power is both poison and alcohol, avoid people.

The palace of pride is tall, but the foundation is level.

In Adam's nosu nosu, there is no king nor slave.

Make your stomach a dog, destroy your humanity.

Others are deceitful, deceitful and deceitful.

Half first, half test, teacher in his knowledge.

Mercy disappears, cruelty increases, humanity is forgotten.

If a red fire surrounds it, everyone gets trapped in their own torment.

The law dies, the power becomes scarce, the brave fox becomes brave

The shameless becomes brave, the dog roars and the tiger becomes a lion.

Everyone's power will become Khan, poor people will get tired of life.

Bad pig becomes the father of everyone, if pig becomes rich.

The minister becomes a thief, the rich becomes a robber, the honest becomes a river.

He will die or be robbed, so that all the thieves will surround him.

The whole country becomes a black forest, one ends on each other's meat.

Animals want to be safe from them, where humans can go through.

Knowledge becomes a trick, religion becomes a trap, color becomes forbidden in halal.

Every morning becomes like evening, life gets trapped in black disaster.

May God's mercy and mercy come in this time.

Where is a beauty in someone's house?

If he becomes a good wrestler, Karbala will be built for him.

Death has given a new meaning, new light comes in life.

Finally, in the spring, it rains and shines.

All of a sudden, the whole desert became flowers of tulips.

Be thankful for your luck day by day Hussain.

It is a date with your number, the spark of your lover's face.

If you really love him, be ready to laugh at him.

O rose, you are in grief, go and get some peace.

Hussein says "Hello, it's a cheap deal".

I wish I was alone, but my heads are in arms.

And one by one I have given Karbala in thousand folds

This is the fraud Baba, there is no god but Allah.

O king of Yazid, O owner of the world.

Your destiny is just a fire, it keeps moving forward.

When you are in trouble, white flowers children.

When you wear a crown of gold, fox eyes Sharm Khan.

In the grand palace of Yazid, the river of wine is flowing.

You killed the children of the Prophet, dry lips on the field.

In the red bed of Yazid, in the life of Hora, Ghulman.

Hussain's lover is death and his bed is desert.

Cruelty, cruelty, so much cruelty, you did not destroy the world.

In Hussain's Zankadan, longing for a drop of water.

Test your love, what is the test of Hussain.

Why is the son of Haider not? Sher Babar Mardan.

Don't do it, don't do it O Ajla, this is not the head to kill.

It's like Adam's decoration, you set fire on it.

Thick soil is so cool, it shines like poison.

Her eyes are so red that the armies are running away from her.

It is a torch of Hreet, it burns with the strength of your heart.

Hidden in the stars of the heart, there is a server that speaks.

"Hussain looked around, the life is on fire, on fire.

In this senseless black environment, every breath of shame is a turmoil

One hour of life is forbidden in this cruelty and fire.

I am coming to you death, my strength and patience is finished.

Karbala, every piece of yours, will shout till doomsday.

That a human being will never bow down to the powerful.

Everything is better than slavery, that it passes and passes.

Oh God, it is such a time where life is sold by death.

Karbala will be united in everyone's life.

Those who go to their beloved's house, they will pass through this path.

It's a tired sad head, I'm going to smoke from you.

This is the last dead red flower, Haider's flower garden.

You gave your head like a brave, lion cubs of lion tiger.

There is no one like Khisht, no one is equal to black.

O king of martyrs, the house of men.

Your death brings back memories, which every human being has forgotten.

Show me your life and death in Karbala.

What a colorful sarwar you have put in the name of Allah but Allah.

Because sometimes I, still cry at night.

I want your kindness and other perfection in this world.

I beg you to pray for me, O Husseina, come!

Every step you take to Karbala, O Husseina, come!