Aa Alamdar

Karte The Roro Ke Ya Hazrat Bayan Torgayi Meri Kamar Bhayijan

Weeping, the Imam lamented, 'My brother, you have broken my back.'

Roti He Khayme Me Sakina Waha Sote He Abbas Zamin Par Yahaa

Sakina weeps in the tent, while here, Abbas sleeps upon the earth.

Aare Lash Uthayenga Kon. Shehre Jawaan Margaya. Aare Kabre Banayanga Kon. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Humko Sambhalenga Kon. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Toro Na Gurbat Me Meri Aas Utho. Utho Hussain Aaye Ha Abbas Utho. Rota He Mazlum Basat Yas Utho. Utho Basab Gar Me Chalo Bhayijaan.

Who will lift the bier? The youthful lion has died. Who will dig the grave? The youthful lion has died. Who will support me now? The youthful lion has died. Do not break my hope in this strange land, rise. Rise, O Abbas, Hussain has come, rise. The oppressed one weeps in despair, rise. Rise, let us go home, my brother.

Aare Kon Khabare Le Meri. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Haye Meri Bekasi. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Chalti He Dil Par Churi. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Kya Huwa Sakkaye Sakina Ko Aa. Kisne Kiya Mere Bhara Gar Tabaa. Kya Huwi Abbas Biradar Ki Chaah. Ab Gayi Wo Pyaar Ki Baate Kaha.

Who will inquire after me? The youthful lion has died. Alas, my helplessness. The youthful lion has died. A knife runs through my heart. The youthful lion has died. What has happened to the water-bearer of Sakina? Who has devastated my filled home? What became of the affection of brother Abbas? Where have those loving words gone now?

Aare Margaya Akbar Pisar. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Thaam Lo Meri Kamar. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Lut Gaya Bakas Ka Gar. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Kuwate Bazu Mera Kya Hogaya. Zinate Pehlu Mera Kya Hogaya. Aashik Dil Yu Mera Kya Hogaya. Kya Huwa Afsos Mera Ab Qadradan

Alas, my son Akbar has died. The youthful lion has died. Hold my back, for I am falling. The youthful lion has died. The house of the helpless has been looted. The youthful lion has died. What has become of the strength of my arms? What has become of the adornment of my side? What has become of my loving heart? Alas, what has become of my appreciator now?

Aare Jhume Khayme Me Wa. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Karti He Zainab Fugaa. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Kise Karu Me Bayan. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Hath Se Khoya Dile Gamkhwar Ko. Paawu Kaha Apne Alamdar Ko. Geri Huwi Khanjar-E Khu Khar Ko. Jalad Gale Parho Mere Ab Rawaa.

Alas, there is mourning in the tents. The youthful lion has died. Zainab is lamenting. The youthful lion has died. To whom shall I express my grief? The youthful lion has died. I have lost my sympathetic heart. Where shall I find my standard-bearer? He who was struck by the blood-thirsty dagger. Come quickly, embrace my neck, let us depart.

Aare Ab Koi Chara Nahi. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Zist Gawara Nahi. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Koi Hamara Nahi. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Maa Hai Bani Hasheme Wala Nahi. Usme Mere Mehru Ka Ujala Nahi. Haaye Mere Chahane Wala Nahi. Nazro Me Tarikh Ha Sara Jahan.

Now there is no remedy. The youthful lion has died. Life is no longer bearable. The youthful lion has died. There is no one left for us. The youthful lion has died. The mother is from Bani Hashim, but he is not here. There is no light of my beloved in it. Alas, my loved one is gone. The whole world looks dark to my eyes.

Aare Lash Uthayenga Kon. Shehre Jawaan Margaya. Aare Kabre Banayanga Kon. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Humko Sambhalenga Kon. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Toro Na Gurbat Me Meri Aas Ko. Utho Hussain Aaye Ha Abbas Utho. Rota He Mazlum Basat Yas Utho. Utho Basat Gar Me Chalo Bhayijaan.

Who will lift the bier? The youthful lion has died. Who will dig the grave? The youthful lion has died. Who will support me now? The youthful lion has died. Do not break my hope in this strange land. Rise, O Abbas, Hussain has come, rise. The oppressed one weeps in despair, rise. Rise, let us go home, my brother.

Aare Ankho Ka Tara Mera. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Aare Chand Ka Tukra Mera. Shehre Jawan Margaya. Are Gar Ka Ujala Mera. Ruhe Ali Jaan-E Nabi Alvida. Ashiko Shaidai Akhi Alvida. Laasha-E Abbase Ali Alvida. Aate Ha Ab Ham Bhi Chalo Bhayijaan.

Alas, the star of my eyes. The youthful lion has died. The piece of my moon. The youthful lion has died. The light of my home. Farewell, soul of Ali, life of the Prophet. Farewell, O lover and devotee, my brother. Farewell, O corpse of Abbas-e-Ali. I am coming now too, let us go, my brother.

Karta Roro Ke Ya Hazrat Bayan Tor Gaye Meri Kamar Bhayijan

Weeping, the Imam lamented, 'My brother, you have broken my back.'

Roti Hai Khayme Me Sakina Waha Sote Ho Abbas Zamin Par Yaha

Sakina weeps in the tent, while here, Abbas, you sleep upon the earth.