Chala Main Waada Nibhane

Mai Tera Deen Bachaunga Aye Mere Nana Mai Apna Khoon Bahaunga Aye Mere Nana Hussain Jata Hai Marne Salam Maa Ke Mazaar

I will save your religion, O my Grandfather. I will shed my own blood, O my Grandfather. Hussain goes to his martyrdom, peace be upon Mother's grave.

Meri Shareek E Safar Ban Ke Saath Chal Amma Safar Pe Jaata Hu Kapde Mere Badal Amma Libas E Khuld Saja De, Badan Pe Phir Ek Baar

Become my companion on this journey and walk with me, Mother. I am departing on a journey, change my clothes, Mother. Adorn me in the garments of Paradise, upon my body, once more.

Dua Karo Koi Sar Be Rida Na Ho Amma Namaz E Shauq E Shahadat Qaza Na Ho Amma Na Aaye Mere Chaman Pe, Sitam Ki Gard O Ghubar

Pray that no head remains unveiled, Mother. Pray that the prayer of the passion for martyrdom is not missed, Mother. May the dust and debris of oppression never touch my garden.

Diye Jalane Ko Nana Tumari Roze Par Zaroor Aayegi Sughra Har Ek Shaam O Sahar Khuda Kare Rahe Roshan, Sada Tumhara Mazaar

To light lamps at your shrine, Grandfather, Sughra will surely come every evening and morning. May God keep your shrine illuminated forever.

Tumhare Jaisa Hai Nana Ye Mera Laal Akbar Dua Karo Na Lage Isko Aasma'n Ki Nazar Lute Na Door Watan Se, Hamare Dil Ka Qaraar

My son Akbar is just like you, Grandfather. Pray that the evil eye of the heavens does not strike him. May the solace of our hearts not be plundered far from our homeland.

Tamam Phool Se Bache Hai, Aur Garm Hawa Hamare Khoon Ki Pyaasi Hai Fauj E Zulm O Jafa Safar Mein Koi Shajar Bhi, Nahi Hai Saaya Daa'n

All are children like delicate flowers, and the wind is scorching. The army of tyranny and cruelty is thirsty for our blood. On this journey, there is not even a single tree to provide shade.

Ha Ek Phool To Aisa Hai Jo Khila Bhi Nahi Na Paaye Paani To Kar Sakta Wo Gila Bhi Nahi Wo Jis Ke Dahan Se Aati, Hai Dudh Ki Mehkaa'n

There is one flower that has not even bloomed yet. If he does not get water, he cannot even complain. He, from whose mouth comes the fragrance of milk.

Meri Sakina Kaha Aur Rasan Ke Band Kaha'n Zameen E Garm Pe Chalna Use Pasand Kaha'n Qadam Wo Phool Se Nazuk, Wo Raaste Purkhaa'n

Where is my Sakina, and where are the bindings of ropes? How could she bear walking on the burning ground? Those feet, delicate as flowers, and those paths full of thorns.