Aun Di Maa

Tere Jeeteji Shabbir Mera Akbar Di Laash Na Chawe Zakhma Wich Chur Wi Ho Ke Tu Shabbir Nu Waaj Na Maareein Jitna Wi Mumkin Howe Bus Maqtal Wich Waqat Guzareein Inj Veer Di Paak Ziyarat Da Menu Haur Waqat Mil Jawe

As long as you live, may Shabbir not have to lift the body of my Akbar. Even if you are covered in wounds, do not call out to Shabbir. Spend as much time as possible in the battlefield (maqtal). In this way, I might get more time to behold the holy sight of my brother.

Teri Aakhri Saah Wich Maa Zehra Ne Laash Teri Te Aanaye Tu Bose De Ke Qadma Te Sir Khud Jholi Wich Paanaye Tenu Chawan Layi Meri Zakhmi Maa Paase Tu Hath Na Chawe

In your final breath, Mother Zehra has come to your body. You kissed her feet and placed your head in her lap yourself. To lift you, my wounded mother should not have to reach out her hands.

Tu Takya Aye Mai Bachpan Tu Auno Keeta Kitna Pyaarey Meri Jholi Wangu Akbar Aai Mere Hanjwa Da Haq Daarey Na Amdi Tey Naraaz Huwi Je Laash Te Wayn Na Paawey

You have seen me since childhood, how much I have loved Aun. Like my own lap, Akbar has come, the rightful heir to my tears. Do not be angry with your mother if she does not wail over your body.

Je Chaana Aye Maa Raazi Raye Te Rakhkhe Paas Adab Daa Jado Laash Teri Tey Maqtal Wich Aawey Sardaar Arab Daa Aye Wajib Aye Tazeem Layi Khud Laash Teri Uth Jawey

If you wish for your mother to remain pleased, then keep the proximity of respect. When the Leader of the Arabs (Hussain) comes to your body in the battlefield, it is necessary for the sake of reverence that your body itself rises.

Do Puttar Te Sir Di Chadar Aye Teri Maa Daa Kul Sarmaya Ayena Tu Wadh Ke Qeemti Aye Meri Maa Zahra Da Jaaya Bas Zainab Nu Aye Fikraa Ne Kiwey Veer Hussain Bachawey

Two sons and the veil upon my head are all that your mother possesses. More precious than these is the son of my mother Zehra (Hussain). Zainab only has this worry: how to save her brother Hussain.

Tushi Hashimi o Aye Yaad Rawey Rayi Akbar Ro Farmandi Maidaa Wich Hausle Lad De Ne Talwaar Nayi Wekhi Jaandi Ek Haider Dey Ek Ja'far Dey Rang Wich Talwaar Chalawe

Remember that you are Hashimi, Akbar said while weeping. In the field, it is courage that fights, the sword is not even seen. With the style of Haider and Ja'far, he wields his sword.