Madad Karo Fizza

Shikasta Pehlu Se Mere Ye Dar Hata Do Khudara Tumhari Zehmaten Jaldi Se Ab Tamam Karun, Mai Jaate Jaate Jahan Se Unhe Salam Karun, Wo Dekho Aa Gaye Baba Utha Do Deke Sahara.

For God's sake, remove this door from my broken side. Let me quickly end your burdens now, So that before I leave this world, I may offer them my salutations. Look, my father has arrived; give me support and help me rise.

Gira Hai Toot K Aangan Me Goshwara Mera, Hai Kaan Zakhmi Sitamgar Ne Is Tarha Maara, Ali Na Dekhen Khudara Chupa Do Zakhm Ye Mera.

My earring has fallen, broken in the courtyard. My ear is wounded; the oppressor struck me in such a way, For God's sake, hide this wound of mine so Ali does not see it.

Chalo Madine Me Ik Ik Ghar Pe Jayenge, Ghadeer Kya Hai Unhe Yaad Hum Dilayenge, Fidak To Chin Gaya Mera Ye Haq Na Cheene Ali Ka.

Let us go to Medina, we will visit every single house, We will remind them of what Ghadir was. Fidak was snatched from me, but may they not snatch Ali's right.

Mareez e Maut Ke Jaisi Za'eef Lagti Hun, Mai Aaj Tumse Zyada Za'eef Lagti Hun, Laga Hai Jabse Tamacha Mujhe Nazar Nahi Aata.

I look as frail as one on the verge of death, Today I look even weaker than you. Ever since that slap was struck, I cannot see.

Sahara De Ke Mujhe Chalo Khudara Wahan, Wo Rassi Baandh Ke Haider Ko Le Gaye Hain Jahan, Na Ab Ho Der Khudara Hai Mera Mola Akela.

Give me support and take me there, for God's sake, To where they have taken Haider, bound in ropes. Do not delay now, for God's sake, my Master is alone.

Ye Baat Soch K Dil Se Paara Paara Hai, Hasan K Samne Zalim Ne Mujhko Maara Hai, Bata Do Kaise Karungi Bhala Mai Saamna Uska.

Thinking of this, my heart is torn to pieces, The oppressor struck me in front of Hasan. Tell me, how will I ever face him?

Mai Baal Khol K Arsh e Khuda Hila Dungi, Abul Hasan Ko Na Choda To Bad Dua Dungi, Dua K Waste Mera Ye Haath Utha Do Khudara.

I will loosen my hair and shake the Throne of God, If they do not release Abul Hasan, I will invoke a curse. For the sake of God, lift my hand so I may pray.

Koi Ye Keh K Takallum Khamosh Ho Bibi, Mai Apne Laal Se Rukhsat Na Ho Sakungi Kabhi, Lita Do Janib e Qibla Hussain Aata Hi Hoga.

Takallum says, 'Be silent, O Bibi,' 'I will never be able to bid farewell to my son.' Lay me down facing the Qibla, Hussain must be arriving soon.