Fatima Zehra Ka Bhara Ghar Luta
Nadeem Sarwar
The new moon of Muharram rises and brings the sorrowful memory of the tragedy at Karbala. The family of the Prophet faces great suffering and loss.
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain
Kat Gaya Shabbir Ka Sukha Gala
The parched throat of Shabbir was severed
Chaand Moharram Ka Nazar Aa Gaya Bas Gayi Karbobala Haaye Ghazab Ho Gaya Fatima Zehra Ka Bhara Ghar Luta
The moon of Muharram has appeared, Karbala has been settled, Alas, what a tragedy has occurred, The prosperous home of Fatima Zehra has been plundered.
Maahe Moharram Me Ye Kya Ho Gaya Momino Veeraan Madina Huwa Ho Gayi Aabaa Magar Karbala Rote Hain Marqad Me Rasule Khuda
What has happened in this month of Muharram? O believers, Medina has become desolate, But Karbala has become inhabited (with grief), The Messenger of God weeps in his grave.
Haaye Wo Aashur Wo Karbobala Bhul Na Paayenge Ye Ehle Aza Aale Mohammad Pe Thi Kaisi Jafaa
Alas, that Ashura, that Karbala, The mourners will never be able to forget, What cruelty was inflicted upon the Family of Muhammad.
Ho Gayi Pardes Me Barbaadiyaan Bain Ye Karti Rahi Rahi Shehzaadiyaan Shaam Talak Jaayenge Ham Berida
Destruction has occurred in a foreign land, The princesses kept lamenting thus, 'We shall be taken to Shaam unveiled.'
Jab Huwe Abbas Ke Baazu Qalam So Gaye Be Aasra Ehle Haram Chhini Gayi Baad Saron Se Rida
When the arms of Abbas were severed, The family of the Prophet fell asleep helpless, Afterwards, the veils were snatched from their heads.
Saamne Darya Yun Hi Behta Raha Kunba Mohammad Ka Tarapta Raha Teen Shab O Roz Na Paani Mila
The river kept flowing right before them, The family of Muhammad kept writhing in thirst, For three nights and days, they received no water.
Beh Gaya Jab Khaaq Pe Sheh Ka Lahu Gunj Rahi Thi Ye Sadaa Chaar Su Karti Thi Faryaad Ye Khaake Shifa
When the blood of the King flowed onto the dust, This cry was echoing in all four directions, The dust of Shifa (Karbala) was crying out in lament.
Shaame Gharibaan Huwi Khaime Jale Ehle Haram Khaak Pe Bethe Rahe Sayyade Sajjad Ka Noha Ye Tha
The Evening of the Homeless arrived, the tents burned, The family of the Prophet remained sitting on the dust, This was the lament of Sayyid al-Sajjad.
Noha Ali Jee O Shanaawar Parho Sarwar O Rehaan Ke Baazu Bano Dard Me Dubi Huwi Aaye Sadaa
Recite the Noha, Ali Jee and Shanawar, Become the arms (support) for Sarwar and Rehaan, A voice emerged, drowned in pain.
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