Apne Baba Ki Ladli Hu Mai

Maar Daala Hai Mere Baba Ko Unke Laashe Ko Mai Sambhalungi Apne Nanhe Se Zakhmi Haatho Se Teer Unke Sabhi Nikalungi Chod Jaao Yahi Sakina Ko, Aisa Qaidi Mujhe Banaao Na

They have killed my father, I will tend to his corpse. With my tiny, wounded hands, I will pull out all the arrows. Leave Sakina here, do not make me a captive.

Main Bahan Hu Sagheer Asghar Ki Mujhko Choti Batool Kehte Hai Mere Kaano Se Khoon Hai Jaari Dekh Aasu Bhi Mere Behte Hai Teen Din Se Bohot Pyaasi Hu, Thoda Paani Mujhe Pilao Na

I am the sister of the infant Asghar, They call me the little Batool (a title of Fatima). Blood is flowing from my ears, Look, my tears are also falling. I have been very thirsty for three days, please give me a little water to drink.

Mujhko Sajjad Dhoondhte Honge Meri Phupiya'n Tadap Rahi Hongi Baith Kar Khaak Par Wo Khaimo Ki Chupke Chupke Sisak Rahi Hongi Maine Apno Ke Paas Jaana, Lillah Unse Mujhe Milao Na

Sajjad must be searching for me, My aunts must be writhing in agony. Sitting on the dust of the tents, They must be sobbing quietly. I must go to my loved ones, for the sake of God, unite me with them.

Mai Kali Hu Nabi Ke Gulshan Ki Mujhko Tumne Bohot Sataya Hai Mere Baba Ko Maar Daala Hai Rehm Tumko Zara Na Aaya Hai Hogayi Hu Yateem Sehra Mein, Saath Rehwaar Ke Daudao Na

I am a bud from the Prophet's garden, You have tormented me greatly. You have killed my father, You have shown no mercy at all. I have fallen in the desert, do not drag me alongside the horses.

Rehm Shere Khuda Ki Poti Par Tumko Shimr E Laee Nahi Aata Bhook Hai Pyaas Hai Nakahat Hai Mujhse Paidal Chala Nahi Jata Saas Lene Do Thodi Der Zara, Taziyane Mujhe Lagao Na

Have mercy on the granddaughter of the Lion of God (Ali), O accursed Shimr, do you feel no shame? There is hunger, there is thirst, there is weakness, I cannot walk on foot. Let me catch my breath for a little while, do not strike me with the whip.

Mere Ghazi Chacha Agar Hote Tu Mujhe Is Tarha Satata Na Mujhko Baalo'n Se Yu Pakadta Na Khoon Kaano'n Se Yu Bahata Na Berehem Chhod Mere Baalo'n Ko, Ek Yateema Pe Zulm Dhaao Na

If my uncle Ghazi (Abbas) were here, You would not torment me like this. You would not grab me by my hair like this, You would not make blood flow from my ears like this. O merciless one, let go of my hair, do not inflict cruelty upon an orphan.

Haye Taukeer Phool Si Bacchi Shimr E Mal'oon Se Yu Kehti Thi Mai Wo Choti Batool Hu Zalim Seena E Shaah Pe Jo Rehti Thi Zulm Karke Dukhi Sakina Par, Dard Sajjad Ke Badhao Na

Alas, Taukeer, the flower-like child, Was saying this to the accursed Shimr: 'I am that little Batool, O tyrant, Who used to rest upon the chest of the King (Hussain).' By committing cruelty against the grieving Sakina, do not increase the pain of Sajjad.