Baba Jaan Baba Jaan Mera Ghar Lut Gya

Kaise Bayañ Ho Gham Ka Wo Manzar Jis Waqt Aayi Naize Pe Chadar Kheme Jala Kr Hanste The Aada Ahl E Haram Jb Phirte The Dar Dar Aik Din Mai Luta Mera Sara Jahan Mera Ghr Lut Gya

How can I describe that scene of sorrow? When the veil was raised upon the spear. The enemies laughed as they burned the tents, While the Prophet's family wandered from door to door. In one day, my whole world was looted; my home has been plundered.

Hm Soorat E Mustafa Ab Kahañ Hai Mujhpe Gira Aik Koh E Garañ H Shabbir Ki Jisse Chalti Thi Saanse Zalim Ne Seene Me Todi Sinañ H Wo Ragadta Rha Khaak Pr Aidhiyañ Mera Ghar Lut Gya

Where is that face resembling the Prophet now? A heavy mountain of grief has fallen upon me. The very life-breath of Shabbir Was pierced by the tyrant's spear in his chest. He kept rubbing his heels against the dust; my home has been plundered.

Wo Jo Wafaoñ Ka Kibriya Tha Yaseen Shabbir Wo Murtaza Tha Aada Kbhi Chain Se So Na Paye Kheme K Bahar Wo Jaagta Tha Zindagi Me Hamari Sukooñ Ab Kahañ Mera Ghar Lut Gya

He who was the majesty of loyalty, He was Yaseen, Shabbir, and Murtaza in spirit. The enemies could never sleep in peace, For he stood guard outside the tents. Where is the peace in our lives now? My home has been plundered.

Kaano Se Khenchi Gyi Baliyaañ Hain Ab Uski Qismat Me Tareekiyañ Hain Abbas Kehna H Pr Kya Kre Wo Kbhi Hichkiyañ Hain Kbhi Siskiyañ Hain Mar Na Jaye Kahiñ Shaah Ki Neem Jaañ Mera Ghar Lut Gya

Earrings have been ripped from ears, Now darkness is her fate. She wants to call out 'Abbas', but what can she do? There are only hiccups and sobs. May the half-dead daughter of the King not die; my home has been plundered.

Salaar E Lashkar Ek Natawaañ H Abid Ka Baqi Abhi Imtahaañ H Ye Soch Kr Ghash Pe Ghash Kha Rha H Namoos E Ahmed Be Sayebaañ Hain Mera Sajjad H Aur Ye Rassiyañ Mera Ghar Lut Gya

The commander of the army is weak and frail, Abid still has tests remaining. Thinking of this, he faints again and again. The honor of the Prophet's household is left without shelter. My Sajjad is here, and these ropes binding him; my home has been plundered.

Bs Aye Farazdaque Ab Kya Bayañ Ho Kaise Raqam Karb Ki Dastaañ Ho Atif Ada Kr Na Payega Jb Tk Aankhoñ Se Uski Khooñ Na Rawaañ Ho Hai Yhi Marsiya Baba Jaañ Baba Jaañ Mera Ghar Lut Gya

Enough, O Farazdaq, what more can be said? How can the story of Karbala be written? Atif will not be able to fulfill his duty Until blood flows from his eyes. This is the elegy: O Father, O Father, my home has been plundered.