Khafila Ja Raha Hai Watan Ke Liye
Sachey Bhai
Bibi Zainab prepares to leave the plains of Karbala to return to Medina. She travels without the family members who were lost in the tragedy.
Qafilay Jaa Raha Hai Watan Ke Liye
The caravan is departing for home.
Karbala Mai Qiyamat Ka Aik Shor Hai Koi Roti Hai Apne Jawan Laal Ko Ro Rahi Hai Koi Kam Sukn Ke Liye Apni Barbadiyon Ko Gawara Kiya Khoon Mai Dube Gullo Ka Nazara Kiya Dei Diya Fatima Ka Bhara Gulistan Karbala Tere Ujre Chaman Ke Liye
In Karbala, there is a clamor like the Day of Judgment. Some weep for their young sons, Some weep for their silent, parched ones. They accepted their own ruin, They witnessed the sight of flowers drenched in blood. They gave away Fatima's flourishing garden, Karbala, for the sake of your desolate orchard.
Qasre Zalim Kabhi Qaid Khana Kabhi Noke Naiza Kabhi Taaziyana Kabhi Kaunsi Thi Aziyat Jo Di Na Gayi Har Jafa Thi Aseere Mehan Ke Liye
Sometimes the tyrant's palace, sometimes the prison cell, Sometimes the tip of a spear, sometimes the lash of a whip. What kind of torment was there that was not inflicted? Every cruelty was meant for the captive of sorrow.
Jab Chale Thay Madine Se Sab Saath Thay Aun O Jafar Thay Akbar Thay Abbas Thay Ja Rahi Hoo Madine To Koi Nahi Ab Musibat Faqad Hai Behan Ke Liye
When we departed from Medina, everyone was with us, Aun and Jafar were there, Akbar and Abbas were there. Now I am returning to Medina, but there is no one left, Now the affliction is only for the sister.
Qabre Qasim Se Hai Yun Muqatib Phupi Teri Shadi Kuch Is Tarha Ban May Hui Koi Sehre Ka Bhi Bhool Baakhi Nahi Warna Lejati Qabre Hasan Ke Liye
The aunt addresses the grave of Qasim thus: Your wedding took place in the wilderness in such a way, That not even a remnant of your wedding garland remains, Otherwise, I would have taken it for the grave of Hasan.
Koi Chadar Na Thi Kaisi Bedaad Thi Haath Hote Hue Bhi Na Azaad Thi Kitni Majboor Kardi Gayi Thi Behan Apne Bhai Ke Dafn O Kafan Ke Liye
There was no veil, what an injustice it was, Even with hands, they were not free. How helpless the sister was made, For the burial and shroud of her brother.
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