Haaye Sajjad

Gardan Me Tauq Bhari Haay Aankho Se Khoo Rawa Hai

Alas, a heavy iron collar is around his neck, And blood flows from his eyes.

Bazaar Saj Rhe Hai Har Ek Gali Saji Hai In Qaidiyo Ki Aamad Yu Shaam Me Hui Hai Patthar Baras Rahe Hai Haay Bus Aag Aur Dhuwaa Hai

The bazaars are decorated, every street is adorned; this is how these captives arrived in Shaam. Stones are raining down, alas, There is nothing but fire and smoke.

Kya Hogaya Tumhari Ghairat Ko Kalma Goyo Kehta Hai Shamiyo Se Sajjad Ye To Socho Logo Rasool Zadi Haay Pabande Reesma Hai

What has happened to your sense of honor, you who recite the Kalma? Sajjad says to the people of Shaam, 'Think about this, people: the daughter of the Prophet is bound in ropes.'

Phupiyo Ka Sar Khula Hai Kese Ye Ghum Uthaye Bechadari Ke Ghum Se Beemar Mar Na Jae Tashna Labo Ka Noha Haay Zanjreer Ki Fugha Hai

The heads of my aunts are unveiled; how can one bear this grief? May the sick Imam not die from the sorrow of this lack of veils. It is the lament of the thirsty-lipped, alas, It is the cry of the chains.

Namehramo Ka Majma Hasta Hai Bekaso Par Barse Hai Taziyane Har Gaam Qaidiyo Par Kesi Hai Ye Musafat Haay Kya Sakht Imtehaa Hai

A crowd of strangers laughs at the helpless. Whips rain down on the captives at every step. What kind of journey is this, alas, What a harsh trial it is.

Zakhme Jigar Bhi Roye Chalo Ne Bhi Fugha Ki Halat Pe Qaidiyo Ki Ghurbat Pe Sarbaa Ki Karta Hai Wo Bhi Noha Haay Jo Barsare Sina Hai

The wounds of the heart weep, and the travelers have cried out. Seeing the state and the poverty of the captives, even the leader laments— He who is upon the spearhead.

Zulmat Ki Bastiya Hai Purkhar Wadiya Hai Balo Se Mu Chupae Zehra Ki Betiya Hai Jo Sabr Ka Khuda Hai Haay Khud Maaile Fugha Hai

These are settlements of darkness, valleys full of thorns. The daughters of Zahra are hiding their faces with their hair. He who is the god of patience, alas, Is himself inclined to lamentation.

Zanjeer Ko Sambhale Ya Maa Phuphi Ko Dekhe In Qaidiyo Ko Roye Ya Bekasi Ko Roye Karbobala Se Ab Tak Haay Har Gaam Imtehaa Hai

Should he hold the chains, or look after his mother and aunts? Should he weep for these captives, or for their helplessness? From Karbala until now, alas, Every step is a trial.

Beemar Ki Musafat Na Qabile Bayaa Hai Sadaat Ki Museebat Na Qabile Bayaa Hai Roya Qalam Bhi Mazhar Safdar Bhi Nauhakhwa Hai

The journey of the sick Imam is beyond description; the calamity of the Prophet's family is beyond description. Even the pen has wept, Mazhar, And Safdar is also a reciter of this lament.