Ay Karbala
Irfan Haider
The plains of Karbala echo with the cries of the Prophet's family as they face great tragedy. The tents are burning and the people are left without protection.
(Ai Karbala Karbala Ai Karbala)
O Karbala, Karbala, O Karbala
En Nara O Shevan En Girya O Zaari Dar Khaima-E-Shabbir Bapa Shaud
These cries of lamentation, this weeping and wailing, have erupted within the tents of Shabbir (Hussain).
Koi Be Makhna Aur Chadar (Koi Be Hosh Zamee Par) Shud Zainab-E Girya Ba Haal-E-Pareshaa As Dast-E-Sitamgar Be Rida Shaud
Some are without veils or cloaks (some lie unconscious on the ground). Zainab weeps in a state of distress, as she is left unveiled by the hands of the oppressors.
Har Taraf Aik Hai Manzar (Kahi Matam Kahi Noha) As Aatishe Shoza Aznaar-E-Farawa Paamaal-E-Sitam Aale Aba Shaud
Everywhere there is the same scene (somewhere mourning, somewhere lamentation). From the burning fires and the heavy arrows, the family of the Prophet (Aale Aba) is trampled by oppression.
Khoon Barsati Hai Aankhe (Khoon Me Duba Hai Parcham) Aamacho Muharram Girya Khona Aalam Khoona Ba Fisha Chashme Aza Shaud
Eyes are raining blood (the banner is drenched in blood). In this month of Muharram, the world weeps tears of blood, and the eyes of the mourners shed blood.
Zakhm Kis Derja Lage Hai (Haye Bano Ke Jigar Par) Ham Shakley Payambar Lakhte Dil-E-Sarwar Asteero Sina Asr-E-Kaza Shaud
How deep are the wounds inflicted (alas, upon the heart of Bano). The one who resembled the Prophet, the piece of the Master's heart, is pierced by arrows and spears at the time of destiny.
De Gaya Daag-E-Judaee (Haay Abbas Sa Bhai) Be Taab Se Gham Khwaa Shut Sani-E-Zahra Abbas Labe Nehr Fiza Shaud
He has left the scar of separation (alas, a brother like Abbas). The second Zahra (Zainab) becomes restless in her grief, as Abbas falls by the riverbank.
Khaak Par Bethi Hai Farwa (Aur Karti Hai Ye Noha) Lakhte Dil-E-Farwa Gum Gashtare Sehra Paamaal-E-Sitam Noha Laka Shuad
Farwa sits upon the dust (and recites this lament). Farwa's piece of heart is lost in the desert, trampled by oppression, and she laments.
Jar Janib Hai Sitamgar (Be Khata Aal-E-Payambar) Jal Uthao Aag Se Sehra (Kahi Khaima Kahi Jhoola) Aya Yeh Kaisa Muharram (Bibiya Roti Hai Paigham) Hai Kahi Laasha-E-Akbar (To Kahi Turbat-E-Asghar) Binte Zahra Ki Dukhaee (Saat Roti Hai Khudaee) Aise Bikra Koi Lasha (Jaise Bikra Hua Sehra) Ik Taraf Pyaaso Ka Girya (Ik Taraf Rota Hai Darya) Marsiya Parti Hai Fiza (Aur Kehti Hai Ye Zehra) Gham Tashna Labara Darya-E-Rawara Intash Nalabe Kehro Bara Shaud
On every side are oppressors (the innocent family of the Prophet). The desert has ignited with fire (somewhere a tent, somewhere a cradle). What kind of Muharram has come (the ladies weep at the message). Somewhere is the corpse of Akbar (and somewhere the grave of Asghar). The daughter of Zahra is in pain (the whole universe weeps). No body has been scattered like this (as if the desert itself is scattered). On one side is the weeping of the thirsty (on the other side the river weeps). The atmosphere recites a dirge (and Zahra says this). The grief of the parched-lipped ones, the flowing river, the thirst, and the cries of the children have become a calamity.
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