Aye Sakhi Babul Hawaej

Zainab O Kulsoom Ki Chadar Haram Ka Aasra Aye Jaree Tum Fatima Zehra Ke Dil Ki Ho Dua Bachho Ki Aas Ho, Tum To Abbas Ho Pyaase Bachho Ke Labo'n Par Hai Noha Pyaas Ka

The protector of the veils of Zainab and Kulsoom, the support of the sanctuary, O brave one, you are the prayer of Fatima Zahra's heart. You are the hope of the children, you are Abbas indeed, On the lips of the thirsty children is the lament of thirst.

Jo Hai Jaho Hasham, Uska Rakho Bharam Karti Hai Ye Buka, Bint E Shah E Umam Aaya Hoto'n Pe Dum, Ye Lo Mashk O Alam Ye Na Ho Pyaas Se Mar Jaye Pyaase Be Khata

Whatever glory and majesty there is, uphold its honor, The daughter of the King of Nations (Zainab) is crying out. Life is reaching its end, take this water-skin and the standard, Lest the innocent thirsty ones die of thirst.

Sunlo Aye Bawafa, Al-Atash Ki Sada Shiddat Se Pyaas Ki Jeena Mushkil Hua Kuze Haatho Mein Hai, Aur Lab Pe Ilteja Pani Le Aao Isse Pehle Ke Aaye Qaza

Listen, O loyal one, to the cry of 'Al-Atash' (the thirst), Due to the intensity of thirst, living has become difficult. Water-skins are in their hands, and on their lips is a plea, Bring water before death arrives.

Lashkar E Ashqiya'n, Ghere Hai Alqama Teen Din Hogaye, Paani Nahi Mila Ghar Ko Aaya Nahi, Maqtal Ko Jo Gaya Tum To Khaibar Kusha Ke Laal Ho Jao Zara

The army of the wicked has surrounded the Alqama river, Three days have passed, no water has been found. He who went to the battlefield has not returned home, You are the son of the Conqueror of Khaibar (Ali), rise up now.

Sab Hi Din Bhar Gaye, Sadme Dekar Gaye Zainab Ke Laadle, Bhaiyya Akbar Gaye Sheh Par Hone Fida Auno Jafar Gaye Tum Hi Ho Paas Tumse Aas Hai Aye Bawafa

All the days have passed, leaving behind grief, Zainab's beloved, brother Akbar has departed, Aun and Jafar have gone to sacrifice themselves for the King (Hussain), You alone are near, in you is the hope, O loyal one.

Dekho Sukhi Zabaa'n Aye Meer E Karwaa'n Tumse Bole Nahi To Phir Jaaye Kaha'n Zulmat Ki Dhoop Hai Aur Tum Ho Sayebaa'n Tumto Is Dasht E Bala Mein Ho Sabka Aasra

Look at the parched tongues, O leader of the caravan, If they do not speak to you, then where should they go? There is the heat of oppression, and you are the shade, You are the support for everyone in this desert of calamity.

Sunke Aaho Buka, Ghazi E Bawafa Leke Mashk O Alam, Dariya Ko Chal Diya Sheh Ne Thami Kamar, Zainab Ne Ki Dua Mere Mabood Zindabad Rahe Ye Sada

Hearing the sighs and cries, the loyal Ghazi, Taking the water-skin and the standard, set off for the river. The King held his back (in grief), Zainab prayed, 'My Lord, may this voice (Abbas) remain alive forever.'

Pohcha Wo Bawafa, Wo Cheeni Alqama Mashkiza Bhar Liya, Khaimo Ko Chal Diya Chhid Gayi Teer Se, Mashk Paani Baha Girte Dekha Jo Alam Sheh Ne Kiya Marsiya

The loyal one arrived and snatched the Alqama, He filled the water-skin and set off for the tents. It was pierced by an arrow, the water flowed out, Seeing the standard fall, the King lamented.

Bazu Karke Fida, Ghode Se Jab Gira Girte Hi Khaak Par Aaka Ko Di Sada Pohche Shahe Umam, Laashe Pe Ki Buka Mujhko Ek Baar Kaho Bhai Mere Bawafa

Having sacrificed his arms, when he fell from the horse, Upon falling to the dust, he called out to his Master, The King of Nations arrived and wept over the body, 'Call me brother one last time, my loyal one.'

Fizza Ne Di Khabar, Bibiyo'n Peeto Sar Tha Jiska Aasra Sogaya Nehr Par Pyaase Ghash Kha Gaye, Ro Diye Behrobar Khaimo Mein Mazhar O Irfan Ye Kohraam Tha

Fizza gave the news, the ladies beat their heads, He who was their support had fallen asleep by the river bank. The thirsty fainted, the land and sea wept, In the tents, Mazhar and Irfan, this was the lamentation.

Do Laashe Aise Hai, Khaimo Mein Nahi Aaye Ek Laasha Sarwar Ka, Ek Laasha Ghaazi Ka

There are two bodies like this, that did not come to the tents, One body is of the Master (Hussain), and one body is of the Ghazi (Abbas).