Mai Aa Raha Hu Sakina

Hai Bus Khatm Hone Ko Har Imtehaan Koi Ghaib Se De Raha Hai Sada

Every trial is just about to end, Someone from the unseen is calling out.

Nigaho Me Meri Hai Ab Tak Wo Lamhe Rihai Haram Ko Mili Jis Tarah Se Aseero Ko Aabid Gae Jaise Leke Tujhe Bhi Chudakar Mai Zindaan Se Bohot Jald Lejaunga Karbala

Those moments are still before my eyes, The way the ladies of the harem were released. Just as Aabid took the captives away, I too will free you from the prison, And take you to Karbala very soon.

Azadari Hoti Thi Ghurbat Pe Teri Tere Dil Ko Hoti Thi Kitni Tasalli Magar Ab Na Matam Na Majlis Hai Koi Tere Paas Tanhaiya Rehgai Raha Ab Na Koi Teraa Aasra

Mourning used to happen for your exile, How much comfort it brought to your heart. But now there is no mourning, no gathering, Only loneliness remains with you, You have no support left now.

Lahu Bangaya Kese Aahkho Ka Pani Hui Qatl Aabid Ki Kese Jawani Sununga Mai Bazar Teri Zabani Karunga Mai Khud Sath Girya Tere Na Ro Shahzadi Theher Ja Zara

How did the water of your eyes turn to blood? How was Aabid's youth slain? I will hear it from you, in the bazaar, I will weep with you myself, Do not cry, Princess, just wait a while.

Tujhe Ab Na Pardesi Koi Kahega Watan Leke Tujhko Ye Mehdi Chalega Madina Watan Tha Madina Rahega Tadapti Hai Milne Ko Bimar Se Mila Dunga Sughra Se Wada Mera

No one will call you a stranger anymore, This Mehdi will take you home to your homeland. Medina was your home, Medina it shall remain. You yearn to meet the sick one, I will fulfill my promise and reunite you with Sughra.

Nisha Hai Ae Bibi Jo Rukh Par Tumhare Hai Wese Hi Kuch Daagh Dil Par Hamare Nazar Me Hamari Ye Manzar Hai Saare Baqiyya Samarra Karbobala Chukane Badla Har Ek Zulm Ka

The marks on your face, O Lady, We carry similar scars upon our hearts. All these scenes are before our eyes: Baqi, Samarra, Karbala, To avenge every single act of oppression.

Palat Kar Na Aaya Jo Darya Se Ghazi Kisi Se Bhi Tune Na Fir Manga Pani Meri Choti Zahra Tu Kabse Hai Pyasi Bujhane Ko Sadiyo Ki Tashna Labi Tere Paas Khud Banke Saqqa Tera

He who did not return from the river, the Ghazi, You never asked anyone for water again. My little Zahra, how long have you been thirsty? To quench the thirst of centuries, I have come to you myself, as your Saqqa.

Takallum Wo Kehta Ye Hoga Tadapkar Mai Hasrat Se Takta Hu Khud Teghe Haider Teri Al Ajal Ki Sadao Ko Sunkar Usi Tarha Aata Hai Lab Par Mere Kate Sar Ne Tha Jis Tarah Se Kaha

Takallum, he would say this, writhing in pain, 'I look with longing at the sword of Haider myself.' Hearing your cries of 'Al-Ajal', It comes to my lips in the same way, As the severed head had said.