Maabud Qayamat Ye Mujhpe Na Guzar Jaaye

Gairat Se Kahee Mera Sajjad Na Mar Jaaye

Lest my Sajjad die from the sheer agony of his honor.

Abb Iske Siva Mera Duniya Me Nahi Koi Jis Tarha Mai Ujdee Hu Ujda Na Kahee Koi Mardo Me Koi Ek To Pardes Se Ghar Jaaye

Now, besides this, I have no one left in this world. No one has been ruined the way I have been ruined. If only one man could return home from this foreign land.

Qasim Na Raha Mera Akbar Na Raha Mera Hadd Ho Gayee Jhule Me Asghar Na Raha Mera Hai Kaun Yaha Mera Abb Kispe Nazar Jaaye

My Qasim is no more, my Akbar is no more. It has reached its limit; even Asghar in his cradle is no more. Who is left for me here? Upon whom can I cast my gaze now?

Vo Zulmo Sitam Mujhpe Hone Abhi Baaki Hai Vo Mere Liye Ya Rabb Mar Jaane Ko Kaafi Hai Abb Dar Hai Kahee Sar Se Chaadar Na Utar Jaaye

Those acts of oppression and cruelty are yet to befall me. That alone, O Lord, is enough for me to die. Now I fear that my veil might be snatched from my head.

Haatho To Uthakar Ye Zainab Ne Kaha Hoga Jis Simpt Mere Maalik Soya Hai Mera Bhaiyya Zalim Hume Sar Nange Lekar Na Udhar Jaaye

Raising her hands, Zainab must have prayed: 'In the direction where my master, my brother, sleeps, may the oppressors not take us, unveiled, past that place.'

Tadpata Hai Rah Rahke Ye Ranjo Mahen Mujhko Kin Aankho Se Dekhega Paabande Rasan Mujhko Aisa Na Ho Is Gham Se Beemar Bikhar Jaaye

This grief and sorrow torment me again and again. With what eyes will he see me bound in ropes? I fear that from this grief, the sick one (Sajjad) might shatter.

Kuch Der Hi Guzri Hai Kholi Hai Abhi Aankhe Gham Me Shahe Vaala Ke Royee Hai Abhi Aankhe Dar Hai Ke Na Maqtal Me Ye Sher Biphar Jaaye

Only a short while has passed, he has just opened his eyes. His eyes have just wept in the grief of the Noble King. I fear that in the battlefield, this lion might lose all restraint.

Kis Tarha Balae Bhi Beemar Ki Abb Loo Mai Abbas Ke Marne Ki Kis Dil Se Khabar Doo Mai Aur Saamne Kis Moo Se Ye Tashna Jigar Jaaye

How can I now take the afflictions upon myself for the sick one? With what heart can I give the news of Abbas's death? And with what face can this thirsty-souled one go before him?

Hai Door Abhi Manzil Aur Door Thikana Hai Bazar Me Jaana Hai Darbar Me Jaana Hai Zalim Hume Abb Lekar Kya Jaane Kidhar Jaaye

The destination is still far, and the resting place is far. We must go to the bazaar, we must go to the court. Who knows where the oppressors will take us now?

Aamir Ne Khuda Jaane Kis Dil Se Padhe Asif Zehra Ki Dulaari Ne Vo Zulm Sahe Asif Tafseer Se Garr Koi Sunle To Vo Mar Jaaye

God knows with what heart Aamir recited this, Asif. Zehra's beloved daughter endured such oppression, Asif. If anyone were to hear the full interpretation, they would die.