Hogaya Matam Bapa Qatl Hue Murtuza

Hogaya Matam Bapa Qatl Hue Murtuza Kulsoom Yahi Karti Thi Noha Ghar Fatima Zehra Ka Luta, Ae Mere Allah

Mourning has begun, Murtuza has been martyred. Kulsoom was reciting this lament: "The house of Fatima Zehra has been looted, O my God."

Jibreel Ke Lab Par Hai Yahi Bain Ha Matam Ae Logo Karo Haider E Qarrar Ka Matam Marqad Me Buka Karti Hai Masooma E Alam Zainab Ye Buka Karti Hai Lachaar Hu Behum Sab Bibiya Ghash Khati Hai Ghum Se Fizza Ke Labon Par Hai Sada, Ae Mere Allah

On Jibreel's lips is this lament of mourning: "O people, mourn for Haider-e-Qarrar (the steadfast Ali)." In the grave, the Masooma-e-Alam (Zainab) weeps. Zainab cries out, "I am helpless without him." All the ladies faint from grief. On Fizza's lips is the cry, "O my God."

Pohche Ye Sada Arshe Ola Se Zameen Par Shabbir Se Shabbar Ne Kaha Haaye Baradar Taza Hai Kaleje Me Abhi Furqate Madar Lo Baap Ka Saaya Bhi Utha Haaye Muqaddar Aghaaz Hai Ye Karbobala Ka Dil Roke Yahi Kehne Laga, Ae Mere Allah

This cry reached from the highest heavens to the earth. Shabbar (Hassan) said to Shabbir (Hussain), "Alas, brother! The separation from Mother is still fresh in our hearts, And now the shadow of our Father has also been lifted—alas, what destiny! This is the beginning of Karbala. The heart, weeping, began to say, "O my God."

Dete Hai Sada Masjid E Kufa Me Namazi Lo Humse Juda Hota Hai Kaunain Ka Ghaazi Zakhmi Hui Sajde Me Jabee Shere Khuda Ki Kaaba Bhi Buka Karta Tha Mehraab E Aza Bhi Har Ek Namazi Ki Sada Hai Ye Kohe Alam Hum Pe Gira, Ae Mere Allah

The worshippers in the Mosque of Kufa are crying out, "The Champion of both worlds is being separated from us!" The forehead of the Lion of God was wounded in prostration. The Kaaba was weeping, and the prayer niche was in mourning. Every worshipper's cry is, "This mountain of grief has fallen upon us, O my God."

Yu Ek Daro Baam Laraz Ne Lage Ghumse Jaari Hua Sailab Har Ek Deeda E Nam Se Is Ghum Ko Koi Puche Zara Ehle Haram Se Ye Dard Bayaa Hoga Kaha Ehle Qalam Se Ye Dard Qayamat Se Nahi Kam Kehti Hai Ye Kufe Ki Qaza, Ae Mere Allah

Thus, every door and wall began to tremble with grief. A flood of tears flowed from every wet eye. Let someone ask the Ahl-e-Haram (the household) about this grief. How can this pain be described by the writers? This pain is no less than the Day of Judgment. The fate of Kufa says, "O my God."

Dil Thaam Ke Karti Hai Buka Zainab E Muztar Ye Tegh E Jafa Kisne Chalai Hai Padar Par Hasnain Se Kehti Hai Khabar Laao To Jaakar Logo Ki Buka Sunke Tadapti Hai Ye Khwahar Ye Nala O Shewan Ki Sada Hai Khati Hai Mere Dil Pe Jafa, Ae Mere Allah

Holding her heart, the distressed Zainab weeps: "Who has struck this sword of tyranny upon my Father?" She says to the Hasnain, "Go and bring news." Hearing the cries of the people, this sister writhes in agony. This is the sound of wailing and mourning; The tyranny strikes my heart, O my God.

Al Qissa Juhi Laaye Pisar Zakhmi Padar Ko Sarwar Ne Kaha Zainab O Kulsoom Se Aao Tar Khoon Me Baba Ki Jabee Hoti Hai Dekho Faryaad Behen Karne Lagi Thaam Ke Dil Ko Kya Daaghe Yatimi Mai Sahungi Ye Ghum Hai Qayamat Se Bada, Ae Mere Allah

In short, as the sons brought their wounded Father, the Master (Hussain) said to Zainab and Kulsoom, "Come, see how Father's forehead is soaked in blood." The sister began to lament, holding her heart: "Will I be able to bear the scar of orphanhood? This grief is greater than the Day of Judgment, O my God."

Jarrah Ko Bulwao Ye Sarwar Ke Sukhan The Wo Aake Mere Baba Ke Is Zakhm Ko Dekhe Thi Zeher Me Dubi Hui Talwaar Suna Hai Ye Zeher Kahi Daaghe Yatimi Na Dikha De Jarrah Ne Jab Zakhm Ko Dekha Sar Peet Ke Karta Tha Buka, Ae Mere Allah

"Call the surgeon," were the words of the Master. "Let him come and examine this wound of my Father. I have heard the sword was dipped in poison. May this poison not show us the scar of orphanhood." When the surgeon saw the wound, he beat his head and wept, "O my God."

Ekkiswi (21) Ramzan Qayamat Ki Sahar Thi Kufe Me Sada Goonj Uthi Haaye Ali Ki Ghash Khane Lagi Ghum Se Yadullah Ki Beti Beto Ne Janazo Ko Utha Kar Ye Buka Ki Ab Kaun Raha Sar Pe Hamare Baba Ka Janaza Bhi Utha, Ae Mere Allah

The 21st of Ramadan was a morning of resurrection. The cry of "Alas, Ali!" echoed in Kufa. The daughter of the Hand of God (Yadullah) began to faint from grief. Carrying the funeral bier, the sons wept: "Who is left over our heads now? Father's funeral has also departed, O my God."

Mazhar Wo Masaeb To Raqam Ho Nahi Sakte Jo Haider O Safdar Ke Maqatil Me Likha Hai Ek Samt Se Taboot Uthae The Farishte Ek Samt Se Beto Ne Uthaya Tha Ye Kehke Is Ghum Ka Madawa Nahi Koi Jo Aaj Yateemo Ko Milaa, Ae Mere Allah

Mazhar, those tragedies cannot be written down that are inscribed in the battlefields of Haider and Safdar. From one side, angels carried the bier; from the other, the sons lifted it, saying: "There is no remedy for this grief that the orphans have received today, O my God."