Ay Shaame Gharibaan
Irfan Haider
Bibi Zainab surveys the desolate battlefield of Karbala after the tragedy, mourning the loss of her family and the burning tents.
Ay Shaame Gharibaan
Oh, the evening of the strangers (the bereaved).
Laashon Se Bhara Dasht Hai Jhalte Huwe Khaimen Hai Jhalti Huwi Rait Pe Sehme Huwe Bache Bar Raige Tapa Girya-E-Atfaale Pareshaan
The desert is filled with corpses, the tents are burning. On the burning sands, the terrified children remain. Upon the scorching sand, The weeping of the distressed children.
Who Dekh Mere Sher Ka Laasha Hai Labe Juu Haan Dhundh Ke Laade Mujhe Abbas Ke Baazu Haan Laasha-E-Abbas Sare Saahil-E-Viraan
Look there, the body of my lion lies by the riverbank. Yes, search and bring me the arms of Abbas. Yes, the body of Abbas lies upon, The desolate shore.
Naazon Se Pale Ghunja Dahen Gesuon Waale Lowta De Mere Ghar Ko Mere Ghar Ke Ujaale Sab Gaif Ke Shud Khana-E-Man Teera-O-Viraan
Raised in luxury, with rosebud mouths and flowing locks, Return to my home the lights of my house. Everything has vanished from my home, Leaving it dark and desolate.
Pohncha De Lab-E-Nehr Sakina Ki Sada Ko Baba Ko Bulaati Hai Kabhi Apne Chacha Ko Aawaze Sakina Berasan Barsare Maidaan
Carry Sakina's cry to the riverbank, Sometimes she calls for her father, sometimes for her uncle. Let the voice of Sakina reach, Across the battlefield.
Jaa Dhundhe Agar Dhundh Sake Teri Nagaahain Do Chaand Meri Doob Gaye Dasht-E-Balaa Mein As Aun-O-Mohammed Shuda Khaali Chamanistaan
Go and search, if your eyes can find them, My two moons have set in the desert of calamity. With Aun and Mohammed gone, The garden is empty.
Aik Teer Ne Cheda Hai Zara Dekh Yahan Par Asghar Ka Ghala Bhaai Ka Bazu Dil-E-Maadar Amaaz Shuda Teer-E Sitam Asghar-E-Nadaan
A single arrow has pierced, look closely here, Asghar's throat, my brother's arm, and a mother's heart. The arrow of tyranny has struck, The innocent Asghar.
Maktool-E-Jafaa Teen Shab-O-Rowz Ka Pyaasa Mehroom Kafan Se Hai Muhammad Ka Nawasa Be Ghoro Kafan Sibt-E-Nabi Barsare Maidaan
The victim of tyranny, thirsty for three nights and days, The grandson of Muhammad is deprived of a shroud. Without a grave or shroud, the Prophet's grandson, Lies upon the battlefield.
Zainab Ba Aseeri Passe Aashoor Raseeda Wawayla Wawayla
Zainab has reached captivity after Ashura, Alas, alas.
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