Assalam o Alaike Ya Sayyada

Jo Bhi Ansaar E Hussain Ibn E Ali Qatl Huwa Girkey Ghodey Se Zamee Par Wo Yehi Kehta Tha Anta Ummi Wa Abii Mamba Fidaa E Maula Kehrahey They Yahi Maqtool E Jafaa

Every companion of Hussain ibn Ali who was martyred, Falling from his horse to the ground, would say this: 'You are my mother and father, I am a sacrifice for you, O Master,' This is what the victims of tyranny were saying.

Hurr Chalaa Jaanib E Maqtal Paye Nusrat Jis Damm Yu Lagaa Uth'tey Ho Jannat Ki Taraf Uskey Qadam Jung Kartey Huwey Jab Narga E Aadaa Mey Ghiraa Zaqm Khaata Raha Aur Kehta Raha

When Hurr walked toward the battlefield to offer his help, It seemed as if his steps were rising toward Paradise. While fighting, when he was surrounded by the circle of enemies, He kept enduring wounds and kept saying:

Haaye Aoun O Mohammad Maaregaye Dono They Aapke Mehlaqa Sayyada Rann Mey Jab Aoun O Mohammad Ki Sawaari Aayi Zulm Ki Kaali Ghataa Unki Saro Par Chaayi Qush Huwey Dono Shahadat Ki Qabar Hai Laayii Dii Sadaa Dono Ney Ye Qabl E Qazaa

Alas, Aoun and Mohammad were martyred, Both were your moon-faced ones, O Lady (Sayyada). When Aoun and Mohammad's ride came into the battlefield, The dark clouds of oppression gathered over their heads. Both were happy that martyrdom had brought its message, Both called out this before their passing:

Haaye Ugli Jawaani Akbar Dii Jedi Maqnad Hoyi E Tabaa Sayyada Shaah Ka Noor E Nazar Laqt E Jigar Aks E Nabii Ladkey Maidaan Mey Akbar Ney Sinaa Jab Khaayii Aagaya Moo Ko Jigar Qalb Mey Tootii Barchii Chup Zabaa Hogayi Laasha Bola

Alas, the youth of Akbar was given, When the battlefield became a place of destruction, O Lady (Sayyada). The King's light of eyes, piece of his heart, reflection of the Prophet, When Akbar fought in the field and took the spear, His heart came to his mouth, the spear broke in his chest, His tongue went silent, the body spoke:

Hokey Bey Baazu Alamdaar E Jarii Kehta Tha Aarahii Hai Mujhey Qushboo E Janaab E Zehra Mauta Mohlat Mujhey Dedey Paye Rabb E Kaaba Aaqri Jumla Ye Karney Dey Adaa

Having lost his arms, the brave Standard-bearer said, 'I am catching the scent of the presence of Zehra.' 'O death, give me a moment for the sake of the Lord of the Kaaba,' 'Let me utter this final sentence.'

Daf'atan Jhooley Se Ek Nanha Mujaahid Nikla Qadd Mey Chota Tha Jigar Hazrat E Abbas Ka Tha Misl E Abbas Wo Maidaan Mey Bey Teyg Ladaa Muskuraatey Huwey Asghar Ney Kahaa

Suddenly, a tiny warrior emerged from the cradle, Small in stature, he was the heart of Hazrat Abbas. Like Abbas, he fought in the field without a sword, Smiling, Asghar said:

Chakki Peeskey Zehra Ney Paala Jisey Wo To Pyaasa Jahaa Se Gayaa Sayyada Aaqri Sajda E Aaqir Ki Ghadi Aa Pahunchi Zeen Se Aaye Zamee Par Jo Hussain Ibn E Ali Shimr E Mal'oon Ney Gardan Pey Jo Shamsheer Rakhi Girkey Maula Ka Lahoo Bol Utha

He whom Zehra raised by grinding the millstone, He left this world thirsty, O Lady (Sayyada). The time for the final prostration arrived, When Hussain ibn Ali came from the saddle to the ground, When the accursed Shimr placed the sword on his neck, Falling, the Master's blood spoke out:

Kyu Na Rehan O Raza Nazr Karey Hum Ye Kalaam Waaris E Majlis E Shabbir Jo Hai Uskey Naam Taakey Qush Humse Ho Gaibat Mey Hamaara Wo Imam Raat Din Hai Ye Wazeefa Jiska

Why should Rehan and Raza not offer this poetry, In the name of the one who is the heir to the gathering of Shabbir? So that our Imam may be pleased with us in his occultation, Whose daily prayer is this: