Aayi Zehra Ki Sada
Shahid Baltistani
Bibi Fatima cries out in grief as she witnesses the suffering of her son Hussain and his family in the desert of Karbala. She pleads for mercy for her thirsty grandson and watches over the tragedy of her children.
Fatima Zahra Zahraa.. Fatima Zahra Sayyeda Tahera Sayyeda.. Ya Ghareeb Ya Hussain
Fatima Zahra, Zahra... Fatima Zahra, The Pure Lady (Sayyeda Tahera), My Lady... O the Stranger, O Hussain.
Aai Zahra Ki Sada Pyasa Hai Bacha Mera Shimr Khanjar Na Chala
The call of Zahra has come: 'My child is thirsty, O Shimr, do not wield your dagger.'
Jurm Kya Isne Kiya Kuch To Kar Khaufe Khuda Mujhpe Ye Zulm Na Dha..
What crime has he committed? Have at least some fear of God, Do not inflict this cruelty upon me.
Ghar Jalaya, Mere Mohsin Ko Bhi Mara Tumne Zeher Shabbar Ko Pilaya Tumne Meri Beti Ke Liye Hai Nigehbaan Bacha Aakhri Beta Mera
You burned my house, you killed my Mohsin, You fed poison to Shabbar (Imam Hassan), For my daughter (Zainab), This child is her guardian, My last son.
Soch Kar Neend Me Ye Pyaas Se Jaage Na Kahi Paani Lekar Mau Khadi Rehti Thi Kis Tarah Dekhe Ye Maa Tu Sirhane Pe Yaha Leke Khanjar Hai Khada
Thinking that he might wake up from sleep due to thirst, I (his mother) would stand ready with water, How can this mother bear to see, That you are standing at his head, With a dagger in your hand?
Mera Bacha Jo Sue Khaima Nazar Karta Hai Yaad Abbas Use Aata Hai Zere Khanjar Bhi Yahi Iske Lab Par Hai Sada Haaye Zainab Ki Rida..hayy
When my child looks towards the tents, He remembers Abbas, Even under the dagger, this is The cry on his lips: 'Alas, the veil of Zainab!'
Mai Sakina Se Tujhe Maang Ke Laadungi Gauhar Lele Sab Ehle Haram Ke Zevar Maa Ka Phat-Ta Hai Jigar Itni Tauheen Na Kar Payr Seene Se Hata
I will ask Sakina and bring you jewels, Take all the ornaments of the women of the Haram, A mother's heart is tearing apart, Do not insult him so much, Remove your foot from his chest.
Haath Pyase Ki Na Gardan Se Hatayegi Ye Maa Apne Bache Ko Bachaegi Ye Maa Ab Nhi Fikr Mujhe Haath Kat Jae Mere Katne Dungi Na Gala
This mother will not remove her hand from the thirsty one's neck, This mother will save her child, I have no worries now, Even if my hands are severed, I will not let his throat be cut.
Baad Maa Ke Jo Behen Shaah Ki Maa Jaisi Thi Jis Ghadi Khaime Se Wo Nikli Thi Khushk Tha Sheh Ka Gala Zere Lab Itna Kaha Jaa Behen Khaime Me Jaa
After the mother, the sister who was like a mother to the King (Hussain), At the moment she emerged from the tent, The King's throat was parched, He whispered only this much: 'Go sister, return to the tent.'
Qatl Madar Hui, Hamsheer Bhi, Beti Bhi Hui Jab Churi Shaah Pe Akbar Ki Chali Kya Qayamat Tha Sama Tanha Mazloom Kahan Qatl Khanjar Se Hua
The mother was slain, the sister too, and the daughter as well, When the knife moved across the King, Akbar (the greatest), What a day of resurrection (Qayamat) the scene was, Where is the lonely oppressed one? He was killed by a dagger.
Ya Ghareeb Yaa Hussain
O the Stranger, O Hussain.
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