Karbala Karbala

Mera Pisar Hai Lakht E Jigar Hai Tashnalab Khaq Basar Hai Noor E Nazar Hai Tashnalab Shahe Behro Bar Hai Magar Hai Tashnalab Tujhko Khabar Hai Ghar Ka Ghar Hai Tashnalab Khaima Pyaso Ka Sahil Se Kyun Kar Hata

My son, the piece of my heart, is thirsty. With dust on his head, the light of my eyes is thirsty. He is the King of land and sea, yet he is thirsty. Are you aware that my entire household is thirsty? Why were the tents of the thirsty moved away from the riverbank?

Pyare Nabi Ko They Jo Pyare Qatl Hue Fakhr E Nabi Ki Ankh Ke Taarey Qatl Hue Ahle Haq Dariya Ke Kinare Qatl Hue Teri Zameen Par Mere Dularey Qatl Hue Ho Gya Qatl Gurbat Main Kunba Mera

Those who were beloved to the Prophet have been slain. The stars of the Prophet's eyes have been slain. The people of truth have been slain on the riverbank. On your land, my dear ones have been slain. My entire family has been slaughtered in exile.

Jispe Thi Naza Zainab E Muztar Wo Akbar Tha Jo Duae Shah Ka Paikar Wo Akbar Jis Mai Basi Thi Jaan E Sarwar Wo Akbar Tha Jo Shabhi E Fakhr E Payambar Wo Akbar Mar Gya Wo Teri Khak Par Karbala

He upon whom the restless Zainab prided herself was Akbar. He who was the embodiment of the King's prayers was Akbar. He in whom the soul of the Master resided was Akbar. He who was the image of the Prophet's pride was Akbar. He died upon your soil, O Karbala.

Hasta Hai Kisko Maar Ke Wo Shimr E Maloon Beh Gya Teri Khak E Zameen Par Kiska Khoon Deen Khuda Ka Aj Bhi Hai Jiska Mamnoon Uska Janaza Ran Mai Para Hai Be Madfoon Ho Gya Hashr Se Pehle Mehshar Bapa

Whom does the cursed Shimr laugh at after killing? Whose blood has flowed upon your dusty earth? He to whom God's religion is still indebted today, His funeral lies unburied on the battlefield. A Day of Judgment has arisen before the actual Day of Judgment.

Chain Bhi Khoya Aur Masarrat Bhi Khoyi Phir Bhi Aseeri Ka Na Kiya Shikwa Koi Pucha Kisi Ne Jab Ye Behre Dil Joyi Sab Se Zyada Aal E Nabi Kis Jaa Roye Shaam Ke Qaidion Ne Ye Paiham Kaha

We lost our peace and we lost our joy, Yet we made no complaint about our captivity. When someone asked, seeking to comfort our hearts, 'Where did the Prophet's family weep the most?' The captives of Shaam replied repeatedly.

Choote Na Hathon Se Daman E Aale Aba Waqt E Qaza Bhi Lab Par Ho Mola Mola Farsh E Aza Par Nazim O Atif Ki Hai Dua Ajr E Risalat Yunhi Karein Ye Dono Ada Behr E Zayarat Bulalo Shahe Karbala

May the hem of the Prophet's family never slip from our hands. Even at the time of death, may 'Mola, Mola' be on our lips. On the carpet of mourning, this is the prayer of Nazim and Atif: May they both fulfill the reward of the Prophethood in this way, 'O King of Karbala, call us for a pilgrimage.'