Chal Raha Tha Shahe Dee’n Pe Khanjar

Sajdaye Shukkr Phir Bhi Khuda Ka Ho Raha Tha Ada Dheere Dheere

Yet, the prostration of gratitude to God Was being performed, slowly, slowly

Zakham Zalim Ne Aysa Dia Hai Dard Baba Boht Ho Raha Hai Mere Seene Se Zalim Ka Khanjar Baba Jaa’n Khenchana Dheere Dheere

The oppressor has inflicted such a wound Father, it is hurting so much Father, pull the oppressor's dagger from my chest Slowly, slowly

Ilteja Ek Maa Kar Rahi Hai Maamta Samne Ro Rahi Hai Gir Rahi Hai Sakina Zamee’n Par SeShimrr Naqa Chala Dheere Dheere

A mother is making a plea Motherhood is weeping before her eyes Sakina is falling to the ground As Shimr drives the caravan, slowly, slowly

Taziyane Tu Kiyu Marta Hai Ye Hai Beemar Tu Janta Hai Thak Ke Betha Tha Mera Baradar Hai Uthana Utha Dheere Dheere

Why do you strike with the whip? You know he is ill My brother had sat down, exhausted He is being made to rise, slowly, slowly

Aik Rassi Mai Sab Ke Gale Hai Kitne Paidal Na Jane Chale Hai Rook Zalim Zara Deer Lashakar Ya Badha Qafela Dheere Dheere

Everyone's necks are bound in a single rope Who knows how many have walked on foot Stop, oppressor, for a moment, the army Or let the caravan move, slowly, slowly

Dekh Kar Be Rida Bibiyo’n Ko Aur Hanste Hue Zalimo Ko Aik Ghayyur Beemar Laghar Qatal Hota Raha Dheere Dheere

Seeing the ladies without veils And the oppressors laughing A self-respecting, frail, ill man Was being killed, slowly, slowly

Bhai Na De Mujhe Ab Dilase Kab Rihai Mile Gi Bata De Le Chalo Qed Khane Se Bahar Aarahi Hai Qaza Dheere Dheere

Brother, do not console me now Tell me when we will be released Take me out of this prison Death is approaching, slowly, slowly

Kaise Behlaunga Qalbe Madar Kaise Dikhlaunga Lashe Asghar Bas Isi Soch Mai Haye Rokar Baap Badhta Raha Dheere Dheere

How will I comfort a mother's heart? How will I show her the body of Asghar? Lost in this thought, weeping in agony The father kept moving forward, slowly, slowly

Baba Aysa Sitm Bhi Hua Tha Baliya’n Ek Laee’n Mangta Tha Noche Tezi Se Itne Hi Gohar Mai Ne Jetna Kaha Dheere Dheere

Father, such cruelty also occurred A wretched woman demanded my earrings She tore the jewels away with such force As much as I asked her to do it slowly, slowly

Murtaza Aur Payambar Bhi Roye Anbiya Aur Malaik Bhi Roye Jis Ghadi Ibne Zehra Ka Mehwar Kat Raha Tha Gala Dheere Dheere

Murtaza (Ali) and the Prophet also wept The Prophets and the Angels also wept At the moment the son of Zehra's Throat was being severed, slowly, slowly