Aye Kaash Main Bhi Hota

Mera Bhi Zikr Aata Quraan E Karbala Me Zahra K Ladley Pe Jaan Apni Waar Deta Tableegh-E-Mustafa Ka Karza Utaar Deta Hurr Ki Tarha Se Me Bhi Aada Se Jang Kar Ke Insaniyat Ka Chehra Khoon Se Nikhaar Deta

My name, too, would have been mentioned in the Quran of Karbala. I would have sacrificed my life for the beloved son of Zahra, And repaid the debt of the Prophet's message. Like Hurr, I would have fought the enemies, And adorned the face of humanity with my blood.

Sheh Ki Taraf Jo Badhta Wo Haath Kaat Deta Maidan-E-Jang Sara Lasho Se Baant Deta Juz Maut Aur Kahi Bhi Jaye Ama Na Milti Dil Zindagi Se Sab Ka Aisa Uchaat Deta

I would have severed the hands of any who advanced toward the King (Hussain), I would have strewn the battlefield with corpses. They would have found no refuge anywhere but in death, I would have made them so weary of life.

Nasl-E-Yazeediat Ko Aisa Sabak Sikhata Naam-O-Nasab Bhi Apna Har Fard Bhool Jata Sufiyanaiat Ki Aisi Mitti Kharaab Hoti Ta Hashar Phir Na Koi Namrood Sar Uthata

I would have taught the lineage of Yazid such a lesson, That every individual would have forgotten their own name and ancestry. The soil of Sufyani-ism would have been so utterly ruined, That until the Day of Judgment, no Namrood would have dared to raise their head.

Mola Ba Jabr-E-Qismat Dil Me Rahi Ye Hasrat Hasil Hui Na Mujko Sarmaya-E-Shahadat Ashk-E-Aza Ki Barish Karti Rahengoi Ankhey Seena Zani Karunga Is Gham Me Ta Qiyamat

O Master, by the force of destiny, this longing remained in my heart, I could not attain the wealth of martyrdom. My eyes will continue to rain tears of mourning, And I will beat my chest in this grief until the Day of Judgment.

Mera Salaam Un Per Jo Tashna Lab Rahe Hein Be Jurm Karbala Me Jin Ke Galay Kate Hein Ghodo Se Rhound Dali Aada Ne Jin Ki Lashay Tapti Hui Zameen Per Jo Be Kafan Pade Hein

My peace be upon those who remained thirsty, Whose throats were slit in Karbala without any crime. Whose bodies were trampled by the horses of the enemy, And who lie unburied on the scorching earth.

Wo Shaam-E-Gham, Wo Khaimay, Wo Raat, Wo Fizaye Bacho Ki Sehmi Sehmi Wo Muztarib Sadaye Aulaad-E-Fatima Par Kya Kya Sitam Na Toote Saydaniyo Ke Sar Se Cheeni Gayi Ridaye

That evening of sorrow, those tents, that night, those surroundings, The terrified, anxious cries of the children. What atrocities were not inflicted upon the children of Fatima? The veils were snatched from the heads of the noble ladies.

Ab Ran Se Aarahi Thi Awaaz-E-Istighasa Pur Dard Kis Qadar Tha Andaaz-E-Istighasa Shayad Na Tha Jahan Me Koi Sewaye Asghar Hota Jo Rahe Haq Me Imdaad-E-Istighasa

Now from the battlefield came the call for help, How painful was the manner of that cry for help. Perhaps there was no one in the world, save for Asghar, Who would have answered that call for help in the path of Truth.

Her Bazm Her Zabaan Per Hein Karbala Ke Charche Ta Hasher Kam Na Honge Aal-E-Eba Ke Charche Abbas-E-Bafawaa Se Daad-E-Wafa Jo Milti Hote Gali Gali Me Meri Wafa Ke Charche

In every gathering and on every tongue are the stories of Karbala, Until the Day of Judgment, the stories of the Ahl-e-Kisa will not diminish. If I had received the recognition of loyalty from the loyal Abbas, Then the stories of my loyalty would be told in every street.