Khushta Shud Dar Karbala

Lut Gaye Aale Muhammad Thi Ye Zainab Ki Sada

The family of Muhammad was plundered, This was the cry of Zainab.

Sina-E-Akbar Mein Barchi, Keh Rahi Thi Al-Amaan

The spear in Akbar's chest was crying out for mercy.

Zalzala Sa Tha Zamee(n) Mein, (Ro Raha Tha Asmaan)

There was an earthquake in the earth, (the sky was weeping).

Be Khata Kushtand Zaalim, Asghar-E Masoom Ra

The oppressors killed the innocent Asghar without any fault.

Kat Gaye Baazu Mere Abbas Ke Wa Hasrata

My Abbas's arms were severed, oh the sorrow.

Di Sada Shabbir Ko Sine Mein Dam Ghutne Laga, Haa(n) Jo Dam Ghutne Laga

He called out to Shabbir, 'My breath is choking in my chest, yes, my breath is choking.'

Girya Kar Dand Ambiya Bar, Marde Shahe Bawafa

The Prophets weep over the death of the King of Loyalty.

Nojawaa(n) Akbar Ke Sine Mein Utarti Barchiyaa

Spears descending into the chest of the youth Akbar.

Sun Rahi Thi Rege Karbal, Mawt Ki Bhi Siskiyaa, Mawt Ki Bhi Siskiyaa

The sands of Karbala were hearing the sobs of death, the sobs of death.

Sinaa Zan Aale Muhammad, Be Hayaa Aa Ashkiyaa

The family of Muhammad is beating their chests, while the shameless ones shed tears (of mockery).

Haaye Wo Baali Sakina Ka Phuphi Se Tha Sawaal Teer Kha Sakta Hai Kya Asghar Sa Koi No Nehaal, Asghar Sa Koi No Nehaal

Alas, the question of young Sakina to her aunt: 'Can any young sapling like Asghar endure an arrow? Can any like Asghar endure it?'

Tishna Lab Saadaat Hastand, Marg Bar Ee Karbala

The descendants of the Prophet are thirsty-lipped; death be upon this Karbala.

Dekh Kar Pamaal Laashe, Qaasim-E Ibne Hasan

Seeing the trampled body of Qasim, son of Hasan.

Alqama Ki Girya Karti, Saari Lehre Seena Zan, Saari Lehre Seena Zan

The Alqama river was weeping, all its waves beating their chests, all its waves beating their chests.

Nojawaan Bar KHaak KHuftan, GHalta(n) Dar KHun Akraba

The youth sleeping on the dust, the relatives rolling in blood.

Haaye Wo Shaame Gharibaa, Aur Khaymo(n) Ka Dhuaa

Alas, that Evening of the Strangers (Shaam-e-Ghariban), and the smoke from the tents.

Ghash Mein The Aabid Sakina Le Rahi Thi Hichkiyaa, Le Rahi Thi Hichkiyaa

Imam Aabid was in a faint, and Sakina was gasping in sobs, gasping in sobs.

Majmaae Aghyaar Har Su, Be Rida Zainab Kuja

A crowd of strangers on every side, and Zainab without her veil—where is she?

Zeen Se Ayaa Zameen Par Jab Ali Ke Dil Ka Noor Baal Khole Fatima Ne Khuld Mein Tadpe Huzoor, Haan Bohot Tadpe Huzoor Az Zameen Ta Arsh Safdar, Bood Girya O Buka

When the Light of Ali's heart fell from the saddle to the ground, Fatima let down her hair in Paradise, and the Prophet (PBUH) writhed in agony, yes, writhed in great agony. From the earth to the heavens, Safdar, there was weeping and wailing.