Jashan-e-Zahra

Yeh Who Midhat Hai Jisko Sunnay Ko 14 Taray Zameen Pa Atay Hain

This is such praise that to hear it, the Fourteen Infallibles descend to Earth.

Aaj Pori Hui Nabi Ki Dua Dil Ka Armaan Ab Hua Pora Tana Abtar Ka Na Ab Da Koi Khud Nabi Keh K Muskaratay Hain

Today the Prophet's prayer has been fulfilled, the longing of the heart is now complete. Let no one taunt with the word 'Abtar' (childless) anymore; the Prophet himself says this and smiles.

Boley Rahib Muqabla Na Karo Aisey Chehro Ka Samna Na Karo Raiza Raiza Pahar Hojaye Ek Ishara Jo Inka Patey Hain

The monk said, 'Do not contend with them, do not face such radiant faces. A mountain would crumble into dust, if they were to give but a single gesture.'

They Kisa Mein Rasool Aur Imam Zehra Tera Magar Alag Hai Muqam Tu Taruf Ke Sab Ka Zarya Hai Markazi Noor Tujh Pe Patey Hain

The Prophet and the Imams were in the Cloak (Kisa), yet Zahra, your status is distinct. You are the means of introduction for all; they find the central light within you.

Baat Zehra Ne Jo Agar Kehdi Hukum Ban Kar Who Arsh Pohanchi Terey Bacho Ke Eid K Kaprey Phir Tou Rizwan Si K Latey Hain

Whatever word Zahra speaks, it reaches the Heavens as a divine command. The Eid clothes for your children are brought by Rizwan (the keeper of Paradise) himself.

Terey Dar Ke Ghulam Hain Sarey Ho Woh Jinno Bashar Falak Waley Terey Gahr Se Tou Rotiyan Leney Arsh Waley Zameen Pe Atey Hain

All are servants at your door, whether they be Jinn, humans, or dwellers of the skies. To receive sustenance from your house, the dwellers of the Heavens descend to Earth.

Fikar-E-Dozakh Na Fikar-E-Janat Hai Terey Bacho Se Agar Muhabat Hai Jab Bhi Jatey Hain Karbala Zehra Apni Janat Zameen Par Patey Hain

There is no fear of Hell nor concern for Paradise, if there is love for your children. Whenever we go to Karbala, O Zahra, we find our Paradise on Earth.

Joan Jab Bhi Quran Parhtey Hain Rizvi Jitna Bhi Ghor Kartey Hain Aisa Lagta Hai Ae Meri Bibi Who Qaseeda Tera Sunatey Hain

Whenever one recites the Quran, and however much one contemplates, Rizvi, it feels as if, O my Lady, they are reciting your praise.