Haiye Wa Vayla

Kar Zainab Ye Nohaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua.. O Mere Sar Say Utha Sayaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

Zainab laments, 'Alas, my father has been martyred. The shadow of protection has been lifted from my head, alas, my father has been martyred.'

Yeh Kaisi Qayamat Aayi Hai Paigham E Yatimi Lai Hain Koofe Mai Bapah Ek Shor Hua Matam Ki Faza Si Chayi Hain Mai Kyu Na Karu Nohaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

What kind of judgment day has arrived? It has brought the message of orphanhood. A clamor has erupted in Kufa, An atmosphere of mourning has spread. Why should I not lament? Alas, my father has been martyred.

Taza Thi Gham Madar Ka Baba Ka Utha Sar Say Saya Is Dil Ko Samhalu Mai Kaise Har Waqt Jaha Matam Hai Bapa Ujdi Hai Meri Duniyaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

The grief for my mother was still fresh, When the shadow of my father was lifted from my head. How can I console this heart? Where mourning is established at every moment. My world has been ruined, alas, my father has been martyred.

Agaaz Yehi Hai Karbal Ka Baba Pe Chali Joh Taig E Jafa Aye Khana E Zehra Main Ya Rab Ye Sina Zani Ye Aahobuka Veeran Hui Duni, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

This is the beginning of Karbala, When the sword of tyranny struck my father. O Lord, in the house of Zehra, This chest-beating and this weeping. My world has become desolate, alas, my father has been martyred.

Kufe Fazaao Main Matam Karte Hai Namazi Wa Vayla Karte Hai Yatimi Ke Gham Say Hasnain Or Ghazi Wa Vayla Jab Karti Hu Main Giriyaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

In the atmosphere of Kufa, the worshippers mourn, 'Woe and alas.' Hasnain (Hassan and Hussain) and Ghazi (Abbas) mourn the grief of orphanhood, 'Woe and alas.' When I weep, I say, 'Alas, my father has been martyred.'

Mazher Ney Azaan E Gham Dekar, Irfan Likha Hai Yeh Noha Ab Kaise Jiyu Aye Mere Khuda Kehti Thi Yehi Binte Zehra Dil Karta Hai Yeh Nohaaa, Haan Mera Baba Qatal Hua..

Mazher has given the call of grief, and Irfan has written this Noha. 'How shall I live now, O my God?' the daughter of Zehra used to say. My heart laments this, 'Alas, my father has been martyred.'