Akbar-e-Man

Ay Mere Raahate Jaa Naujawaan, Akbare Maa, Tujpe Qurbaan Ye Maa Naujawaan, Akbare Maa, Jawaan

O my soul's comfort, my youth, my Akbar, This mother sacrifices herself for you, my youth, my Akbar, my youth.

Saal Atharwaa Kya Banke Qayamat Aaya, Chand Se Sine Pe Pardes Mei Neza Khaya, Hai Kahaan Zakhme Sinaa, Bol Kuch To Meri Jaan

The eighteenth year came like the Day of Judgment, On your moon-like chest, in a foreign land, you took the spear, Where is the wound of the spear? Speak something, my life.

Baap Ki Aankhon Se Binaai Meri Aas Gayi, Tujko Kausar Ki Taraf Leke Teri Pyaas Gayi, Meri Tarapti Hun Yahaan, Ay Meri Raahate Jaan

From the father's eyes, the vision and hope have departed, Your thirst has taken you towards the Kausar (the fountain of paradise), I am writhing here, O my soul's comfort.

Waada Sughra Se Kiya Tha Jo Chale The Garse, Lout Aaunga Bohot Jald Mei Tujse Milne, Dhund Ti Hai Who Behen, Tere Kadmon Ke Nishaan

The promise you made to Sughra when you left home, That 'I will return very soon to meet you,' That sister is searching for the footprints of your steps.

Tumko Athara Baras Naazon Se Jisne Paala, Who Phuphi Beton Se Bharkar Tumhe Jisne Chaha, Kehti Hai Laut Ke Aa, Ho Gaya Waqte Azaan

She who raised you for eighteen years with such tenderness, That aunt who loved you more than her own sons, She says, 'Return, the time for Azaan has come.'

Khaake Sine Pe Sina Sota Hai Tu Lakhte Jigar, Tere Bin Zindaa Na Rehpaaegi Teri Madar, Uske Haathon Mei Rasan, Jiska Ho Laal Jawaan

Having taken the spear in your chest, you sleep, O piece of my heart, Without you, your mother will not be able to remain alive, In her hands will be ropes, she whose son is a youth.

Aagayi Gyara Moharam Hai Safar Zindaan Ka, He Pase-Pusht Bandhe Haath Nahi Sarpe Rida, Kya Gawaara Hai Tujhe, Thokare Khaye Ye Maa

The eleventh of Muharram has arrived, the journey to the prison begins, Hands tied behind the back, no veil on the head, Is it acceptable to you, that this mother suffers such blows?

Touk Karta Hai Fughaan Karti Hai Matam Zanjeer, Ashk Khun Rote Hai Neze Pe Janabe Shabbir, Paaye Sajjad Ke Hai, Aable Noha Kunaa

The iron collar laments, the chains perform mourning, Bloody tears fall from the spear of Janab-e-Shabbir (Imam Hussain), On the feet of Sajjad, there are blisters reciting elegies.

Maa Ke Armaan Tere Saath Hi Soye Ban Mei, Tune Sine Pe Sina Khaayi Kuch Aise Ran Mei, Roya "Rehan" Kalam, Likh Ke Laila Ka Bayaan

A mother's desires slept in the desert along with you, You took the spear in your chest in such a way on the battlefield, The pen of 'Rehan' wept, having written the account of Laila.