Majura Ya Zehra

Mai Chahta Hu Ke Ashoor Karbala Me Karu Ho Mere Saath Saath Ehle Aza Har Ek Shaheed Ke Marqad Pe Jaake Noha Padhu Jo Ek Wada Meri Rooh Se Liya Rabne Use Wafa To Karu Paye Ziyarat E Mazloom-E-Karbala Jau Karu Hussain Ke Marqad Pe Khoob Sina Zani Aur Uske Baad Feza Me Karu Buland Sadaa... Hussain Husaina

I wish to spend Ashura in Karbala, with the mourners by my side. I want to go to the grave of every martyr and recite a noha. I want to fulfill the promise my soul made to the Lord. I want to go for the Ziyarat of the Oppressed of Karbala, perform intense chest-beating at Hussain's grave, and then raise my voice in the air... Hussain, Husaina.

Baat Jab Alame Arwaah Me Karbal Ki Chali Pesh Allah Bapa Majlis E Shabbir Hui Kaun Zehra Ka Azadar Hai Ye Baat Khuli Kehne Lage Ambiya..Majurah Ya Zahra Ehle Falak Ne Kaha.. Maju Ya Hussain Haaye

When the talk of Karbala began in the realm of spirits, the gathering of Shabbir was presented before Allah. It became clear who is the mourner of Zahra. The Prophets began to say... May you be rewarded, O Zahra. The dwellers of the heavens said... May you be rewarded, O Hussain. Alas.

Aur Fir Matami Halqo Me Bate Ehle Aza Goonj Uthi Haaye Husaina Ki Sadao Se Fiza Har Azadar Ne Jab Matame Zanjeer Kiya Zakhmo Se Aayi Sada Majurah Ya Zehra Behte Lahu Ne Kaha..Maju Ya Hussain Haaye

And then, among the circles of mourners, the Ahl-e-Aza gathered. The atmosphere echoed with the cries of 'Haaye Husaina'. When every mourner performed Zanjeer Matam, a voice came from the wounds: 'May you be rewarded, O Zahra.' The flowing blood said... May you be rewarded, O Hussain. Alas.

Dekh Kar Chaand Moharram Ka Har Ek Aankh Hai Nam Aur Ghar Ghar Me Sajaya Gaya Gaazi Ke Alam Farshe Majlis Pe Gaye Kaale Libaso Me Jo Hum Lab Pe Yahi Thi Buka Majurah Ya Zahra Ashko Ne Gir Kar Kaha Maju Ya Hussain Haaye

Seeing the moon of Muharram, every eye is tearful. And in every home, the Alam of Ghazi has been raised. When we went to the gathering in black clothes, this was the cry on our lips: 'May you be rewarded, O Zahra.' The tears fell and said: 'May you be rewarded, O Hussain.' Alas.

Marsiya Dilne Padha Ashk Jo Barsaye Hussain Ho Salam Aap Pe Ae Fatima Ka Jaye Hussain Farshe Majlis Pe Jo Zakir Ne Kaha Haaye Hussain Noha Bani Ye Sada Majurah Ya Zahra Zikr Hai Ashoor Kaa.... Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Qotelal Hussain O Be Karbala Zibehal Hussain O Be Karbala Haaye

The heart recited a Marsiya, and the eyes shed tears for Hussain. Peace be upon you, O son of Fatima, O Hussain. When the Zakir said 'Haaye Hussain' on the pulpit, this cry became a Noha: 'May you be rewarded, O Zahra.' The mention is of Ashura... O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain. The killing of Hussain in Karbala. The slaughter of Hussain in Karbala. Alas.

Are Asr Ka Hangaam Tha Aur Aale Payambar Halqe Shahedee Pe Chala Zulm Ka Khanjar Ret Ke Teele Pe Khadi Zainab E Muztar Sue Najaf Dekh Ke Kehti Thi Ye Rokar Haaye

It was the time of Asr, and the family of the Prophet was surrounded. The dagger of cruelty struck the throat of the King of Martyrs. Zainab the distressed stood on a mound of sand. Looking towards Najaf, she said, weeping... Alas.

Hogaye Pamaal E Sitam Laashe Bahattar Laash Rahe Dasht Me Naizo Pe Gaye Sar Loot Ne Sadaat Ko Phir Aaye Sitamgar Kehne Laga Shame Ghariba Ka Wo Manzar Haaye

The seventy-two bodies were trampled by cruelty. The bodies remained in the desert, while the heads were taken on spears. The oppressors came again to loot the Sadaat. That scene of the evening of the tragedy (Shaam-e-Ghariban) began to say... Alas.

Are Nikle Haram Noha Kuna Fir Se Safar Par Ek Rasan Bara Gale Aur Khule Sar Qafela Salaar Bane Aabid E Muztar Tauq O Salasil Me Gala Noha Labo Par Haaye

The women of the Prophet's household set out on their journey again, lamenting. A rope around their necks and heads unveiled. The caravan was led by the distressed Aabid. With chains and shackles around his neck, the Noha was on his lips... Alas.

Chali Janibe Zindaan Juhi Zainab E Zeeshan Sare Dasht Uthi Mazhar O Irfan Sada Hussain Hussain Maula Farzand E Zehra Tere Sabr Ko Salaam Athara Baras Wala Hamshakle Payambar Tha Beenayi Gayi Sheh Ki Jab Uske Laga Naiza Ye Ghum Tha Qayamat Ka Gaazi Ke Kate Shane, Qasim Ke Hue Tukde Do Laashe Labe Darya, The Auno Mohammad Ke Ye Ghum Tha Qayamat Ka Ek Teer Laga Aakar Besheer Ke Gardan Par Baad Uske Sare Maqtal, Maula Pe Chala Khanjar Ya Zahra Ya Mehdi

As soon as the noble Zainab headed towards the prison, a cry arose across the desert, O Mazhar and Irfan. Hussain, Hussain, Master. Peace be upon your patience, O child of Zahra. There was the eighteen-year-old, the image of the Prophet. When the spear struck him, the King's vision faded. This grief was like the Day of Judgment. The arms of Ghazi were severed, Qasim was torn to pieces. Two bodies by the riverbank, they were of Aun and Mohammad. This grief was like the Day of Judgment. An arrow came and struck the neck of the infant (Besheer). After that, the dagger struck the Master across the battlefield. O Zahra, O Mehdi.