Baynul Haramain

Is Taraf Maula Hussain, Aur Us Taraf Ghaazi Abbas Pursa Dene Aaye Hai Saari Duniya Ke Ghulam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

On this side is Master Hussain, and on that side is the valiant Abbas, The servants from all over the world have come to offer their condolences, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Har Zaba Noha Kuna Har Aankh Se Aansu Rawa Har Aza Khane Saje Arsa E Ghum Aagaya Seena Zan Hai Matami Fir Moharram Aagaya Har Kaneeze Ghum Zada Pursa Dete Hai Ghulam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

Every tongue is reciting lamentations, tears flow from every eye, Every mourning house is adorned, the field of grief has arrived, The mourners are beating their chests, Muharram has come again, Every grief-stricken servant is offering condolences, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Baap Se Rukhsat Hua Wo Jari Kadiyal Jawa God Me Bete Ki Laash Aur Maula Ashkbaar Khech Kar Barchi Kaha Ye Pisar Se Ek Baar Jaa Ke Akbar Tum Piyo Khuld Me Kausar Ka Jaam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

That brave, strapping youth departed from his father, The father held his son's corpse in his lap, weeping, Pulling out the spear, he said to his son just once: Go, Akbar, and drink the cup of Kausar in Paradise, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Bazuo Me Shaah Ke Maamta Ki Jaan Thi Deke Qurbani Gai Sajde Me Umme Rabab Hurmala Ke Teer Ka Ek Tabassum Tha Jawab Dil Me Hai Bacche Ke Hai Nanhe Shehzade Ka Naam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

In the King's arms was the life of maternal affection, Having offered the sacrifice, Umme Rabab went into prostration, A smile was the answer to Hurmala's arrow, In the heart of the child is the name of the little prince, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Kam Qayamat Se Na Thi Dasht E Ghurbat Ki Wo Raat Aaho Zaari Ka Wo Shor Khaimo Se Uthta Dhua Haaye Wo Sabir Imaam Tauqo Zanjeer E Gera Berida Ehle Haram Aur Wo Bazare Shaam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

That night in the desert of exile was no less than the Day of Judgment, The noise of wailing, the smoke rising from the tents, Alas for that patient Imam in heavy shackles and chains, The unveiled women of the Prophet's household, and that bazaar of Damascus, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Jaa Rahe Hai Apne Ghar Unke * Ae Phuphi Amma Kabhi Apne Ghar Jaenge Hum Ya Isi Zindaan Me Ghut Ke Marjaenge Hum Nanhi Shehzadi Tera Ghar Bana Zindane Shaam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

They are going to their homes... 'O dear aunt, will we ever go back to our home, Or will we die suffocating in this very prison?' Little princess, your home became the prison of Damascus, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Kar Rahe Hai Pur Sitam Daur E Hazir Ke Yazid Har Ghadi Tayyar Hai Hum Shahadat Ke Liye Hai Husaini Sar Bus Ab Is Sa'adat Ke Liye Jaan Do Haq Ke Liye Karbala Ka Hai Payaam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

The Yazids of the current era are committing great atrocities, We are ready for martyrdom at every moment, The Husaini head is bowed only for this blessing, Give your life for the truth, this is the message of Karbala, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.

Ta Qayamat La Zawaal Aur Ta Abad Zinda Kamaal Hai Wafa Abbas Ki Aur Paigham E Hussain Deen Jo Laae Nabi Hai Wo Islam E Hussain Sar Jhukate Hai Yaha Ake Safdar Khaso Aam Ashko Ka Nazrana Hai Ae Mere Mazloom Imaam

Until the Day of Judgment, it is immortal, and forever a living miracle, It is the loyalty of Abbas and the message of Hussain, The religion the Prophet brought is the Islam of Hussain, Here, Safdar, the elite and the commoners alike bow their heads, This is an offering of tears, O my oppressed Imam.