Haye Shaam-e-Ghariban

Chagayi Shaam e Ghariban e Haram Ab Na Ghazi Hai Na Ghazi Ka Alam Ek Bemaar Hai Wo Bhi Labe Dam Saare Aalam Mein Bapa Hai Matam Jal Chuke Qaime Layeen Loot Chuke Sar Se Rida Dasht Mein Aati Hai Sadaat Ke Rone Ki Sada

The evening of the bereaved has descended upon the Haram (the Prophet's family). Now there is neither Ghazi (Abbas) nor his standard. There is one who is ill, and even he is at the point of death. Throughout the whole world, mourning is established. The tents have burned, the wretched have looted the veils from our heads, In the wilderness, the sound of the weeping of the Prophet's progeny echoes.

Ya Hussain Kushta e Tayghe Jafa Ya Hussain Sibte Rasool e Khuda Haye Sar Bar Sare Naiza Tera Dar Badar Legayi Fauje Aada Be-Kafan Laashaye Be-Sar Hai Ghareeb e Zahra Hai Badan Ghodon Se Pamaal Tera Wavaila

O Hussain, slain by the sword of tyranny, O Hussain, grandson of the Messenger of God. Alas, your head is upon the spear-point, The army of the enemy has taken us from door to door. The headless, shroudless body is that of Zahra's stranger (Hussain), Alas, your body is trampled by horses, woe is me.

Nainawa Dashte Bala Karbala Kyun Hui Jor o Jafa Karbala Kya Thi Pyason Ki Khata Karbala Kuch To Keh Kuch To Bata Karbala Apne Mehmani Pe Ye Bandishe Pani Kyun Kar Jiski Maadar Ko Mehar Mein Mila Hauze Kausar

Nainawa, the plain of trials, Karbala, Why did tyranny and oppression happen, Karbala? What was the fault of the thirsty ones, Karbala? Say something, tell us something, Karbala. Why these restrictions on water for your own guests? When the mother of the guest (Fatima) received the Pond of Kausar as her dowry.

Ek Maqtal Mein Bahattar Laashe Bhanje Bete Bhatije Pyase Paara Paara Huwe Saare Aise Ek Quran Ke Paare Jaise Khaak Udh Udh Ke Shaheedo Ka Kafan Banti Thi Khuld Se Fatima Zehra Ki Sada Aati Thi

In one slaughterhouse, seventy-two bodies, Nephews, sons, and cousins, all thirsty. They were all torn to pieces, Like the scattered pages of a Quran. The rising dust became the shroud for the martyrs, From Paradise, the voice of Fatima Zahra could be heard.

Ek Taraf Behta Tha Darya e Furaat Ek Taraf Pyason Pe Mushkil Thi Hayaat Baad e Shabbir Aseeron Ki Ye Raat Kaise Guzri Tan e Sad Paash Ke Saath Koi Bhai Ko Koi Roti Thi Beton Ke Liye Bekasi Wo Thi Ke Aansu Na Thay Aankhon Ke Liye

On one side flowed the river Euphrates, On the other, life was difficult for the thirsty. After Shabbir (Hussain), this night of the captives, How did it pass, alongside the torn body? Some wept for a brother, some for their sons, Such was the helplessness that there were no tears left for their eyes.

Fatima Zehra Ye Deti Hai Dua Ta Qayamat Rahe Ye Farshe Aza Yuhin Aati Rahe Matam Ki Sada Ho Har Ek Lab Pe Hussaini Noha Hashr Mein Sheh Ke Azadaron Se Pursa Loongi Mai Azadaron Ko Jannat Ki Basharat Doongi

Fatima Zahra gives this prayer: May this carpet of mourning (majlis) remain until the Day of Judgment. May the sound of mourning continue to come just like this, May the Noha of Hussain be on every lip. On the Day of Resurrection, I will offer condolences to the mourners of the King (Hussain), I will give the mourners the glad tidings of Paradise.

Alwida Laashe Ghareebul Ghuraba Alwida Laashe Jameel Ul Shohada Alwida Be-Kafan o Be-Watana Alwida Aale Ghareeb e Zehra Zindagi Hai To Ye Seene Ye Aansu Haazir Warna Maula Hai Hamara Ye Salaame Aakhir

Farewell, body of the Stranger of the Strangers, Farewell, body of the most beautiful of martyrs. Farewell, the shroudless and the homeless, Farewell, family of the stranger Zahra. If there is life, then these chests and these tears are present (for you), Otherwise, O Master, this is our final salutation.

Karte Hai Sarwar o Rehaan Dua Hamse Raazi Ho Janabe Zehra Dil Ki Dhadkan Mein Hai Matam Ki Sada Saare Aalam Mein Biche Farshe Aza Nasl Dar Nasl Ye Matam Ye Azadaar Rahe Panjetan Kaar Sada Inke Madadgaar Rahe

Sarwar and Rehaan pray, May Janabe Zahra be pleased with us. In the heartbeat of our hearts is the sound of mourning, May the carpet of mourning be spread across the whole world. May this mourning and these mourners remain generation after generation, May the Panjetan (the Five Holy Ones) always be their helpers.