Chakkiyan Pees Ke Ay Laal Tujhe Paala Tha

Teri Gardan Pe Kiya Karti Thi Mai Pyaar Kabhi Apni Tasbeeh Ko Karti Thi Tera Haar Kabhi Kya Khabar Thi Ke Chalegi Yahin Talwaar Kabhi Isi Gardan Pe To Lete Thay Payambar Bosa

I used to kiss your neck with such love, I would sometimes make my prayer beads into a necklace for you. How was I to know that a sword would strike here one day? For it was upon this very neck that the Prophet would place his kisses.

Bhar Gaya Khoon Mere Khwabon Ki Tabeeron Mein Aaj Har Simt Se Tu Ghir Gaya Shamsheeron Mein Dekhun Kin Ankhon Se Laal Tujhe Teeron Mein Kabhi Jibreel Jhulaate Thay Tera Gehwara

Blood has filled the interpretations of my dreams, Today you are surrounded on all sides by swords. With what eyes can I look at you, my son, amidst the arrows? Once, Gabriel himself used to rock your cradle.

Aa Mere Laal Mai Aanchal Mein Chupalun Tujhko Maamta Kehti Hai Baahon Mein Basaalun Tujhko Phir Usi Tarha Mai Seene Se Lagaalun Tujhko Jaise Ek Baar Mera Bandhe Kafan Toota Tha

Come, my son, let me hide you in my veil, Motherly love says to shelter you in my arms. Let me hold you to my chest just as I once did, Just as once, my tied shroud had come undone.

Tu Hai Wo Phool Ke Rota Hai Chaman Bhi Tujhko Tu Musafir Hai Ke Dhoondega Watan Bhi Tujhko Haa Magar Denge Na Ashraar Kafan Bhi Tujhko Wo Bhi Chin Jayegi Gar Laash Pe Rakhdun Mai Rida

You are that flower for whom even the garden weeps, You are a traveler for whom even your homeland will search. Alas, the wicked will not even grant you a shroud, And even that will be snatched away if I lay my veil upon your corpse.

Shimr Ki Aankhon Mein Ghairat Ki Nishani Bhi Nahi Kund Hai Itna Ke Khanjar Mein Rawani Bhi Nahi Khush Hai Halq Mere Laal Ka Pani Bhi Nahi Haa Mere Mehr Mein Haalan Ke Ye Behta Darya

In the eyes of Shimr, there is not even a trace of honor, The dagger is so blunt that it lacks even the sharpness to cut. My son's throat is parched, lacking even a drop of water, Even though this flowing river is my dowry (as the daughter of Ali).

Ab Wo Hamshakle Nabi Akbar E Jaraar Kahan So Gaya Dasht Mein Abbas E Alamdar Kahan Khaak E Jangal Mein Luti Hai Teri Sarkar Kahan Kya Ujadta Hai Bhala Yun Bhi Kisi Ka Kunba

Where is that likeness of the Prophet, the brave Akbar? Where is Abbas the Standard-bearer, who sleeps in the desert? Where is your kingdom, looted in the dust of the wilderness? Does anyone's family ever get devastated like this?

Qasim O Aun O Mohamed Ali Akbar Bhi Nahi Naaz Tha Jis Pe Tujhe Ab To Wo Lashkar Bhi Nahi Kaun Baazu Tera Thaame Ke Baradar Bhi Nahi Kya Khabar Thi Ke Tu Ho Jayega Itna Tanha

Qasim, Aun, Muhammad, and Ali Akbar are gone too, The army you were proud of is no more. There is no brother to hold your arm, How was I to know you would become so alone?

Sab Ko Batlaate Hai Ye Log Nabi Ki Ummat Ab Na Aankhon Mein Murawwat Na Dilon Mein Ghairat Kaun Sa Ghusl O Kafan Kaisi Namaz E Mayyat Chod Jayenge Ye Sab Khaak Pe Laasha Tera

These people all claim to be the Prophet's nation, Now there is no kindness in their eyes, no honor in their hearts. What ritual washing, what shroud, what funeral prayer? They will leave your body on the dust.

Sogaye Ran Mein Tera Sogh Manane Waale Khoon Mein Doob Gaye Khaak Udaane Waale Bekafan Khud Hai Kafan Tujhko Pinhane Waale Aa Teri Laash Pe Mai Daalun Wo Ashkon Ki Rida

Those who mourned you have fallen asleep on the battlefield, Those who raised dust (in grief) are now drowned in blood. Those who were to shroud you are themselves without shrouds, Come, let me cast the veil of my tears upon your corpse.

Asr E Ashoor Ka Hai Aamir O Nayyar Wo Asar Manzar E Karbobala Cha Gaya Har Manzar Par Hum Musalle Pe Ho Mimbar Pe Ho Ya Bistar Par Goonjta Rehta Hai Soch Mein Wohi Ek Noha

Aamir and Nayyar, that is the effect of the afternoon of Ashura, The scene of Karbala has overshadowed every other sight. Whether we are on the prayer mat, the pulpit, or the bed, That same lament continues to echo in our thoughts.