Maqam e Sahib Az Zaman

Suno Ay Ahle Aza Dard Nak Ye Manzar Kisi Ne Poocha Jo Qaim Imam Se Rokar, Imam Roya Karte Hain Q Is Maqaam Par Aakar To Sar Ko Peet K Bole Ye Shahe Jinno Bashar, Hai,

Listen, O mourners, to this painful scene, When someone asked the Qaim Imam, weeping, 'Why do you weep so much when you come to this place?' Then, beating his head, the King of Jinn and Mankind replied, 'It is...'

Isi Maqaam Pe Ab Tak Faraat Roti Hai, Gale Lipat K Qaza Se Hayaat Roti Hai, Tamam Karbobala Sath Sath Roti Hai Hai Ek Maa Yaha Sari Raat Roti Hai.

Even now, the Euphrates weeps at this very place, Life weeps, embracing death, The entire Karbala weeps along with it, And a Mother weeps here all night long.

Isi Maqaam Se Ghazi Ko Sheh Ne Di Thi Sada, Na Dekha Tumne Hamari Ladayi Ko Bhaiyya, Ye Keh Rahe The K Bas Hurmala Ka Teer Laga, Ghareeb e Zahra Yahan Zeen Par Sambhal Na Saka.

From this very place, the King called out to Ghazi, 'Brother, did you not see my battle?' He was saying that as soon as Hurmala's arrow struck, The Stranger of Zahra could not steady himself on the saddle here.

Har Ik Imam Ko Khoo'n Is Jagah Rulaya Gaya, Jo Shamiyo'n K Tha Bas Me Wo Zulm Dhaya Gaya, Yahan Pe Gher K Tishna Dahan Ko Laya Gaya, Gira Kahan Yahan Mazloom Ko Giraya Gaya.

Every Imam has been made to weep blood at this place, The oppression that was within the power of the Syrians was unleashed, Here, the thirsty-lipped one was surrounded and brought, Where did he fall? Here, the Oppressed one was made to fall.

Ajeeb Haal Me Dekha Tha Shah Ko Maa Ne, Na Maut Aati Thi Na Saas Itne Zakhmi The, Isi Maqaam Pa Zahra Ne Apne Bete K, Badan Se Teer Nikale The Apne Hatho'n Se.

The Mother saw the King in a strange state, Neither did death come, nor was his breath steady, so wounded was he, At this very place, Zahra, with her own hands, Extracted the arrows from her son's body.

Yahi Pa Shimr Ne Socha Ho Kaise Andaza, Ki Mar Gaya Hai Ya Zinda Hai Dil Bare Zahra, Khayam Loot Lo Zainab K Di Phir Usne Sada, Tadap K Uthte The Zainab K Naam Par Mola.

Right here, Shimr wondered how to gauge, Whether the heart of Zahra was dead or alive, Then he called out, 'Loot the tents of Zainab,' And the Master would rise in agony at the name of Zainab.

Ali K Laal K Aankho Me Tha Wahi Manzar, Gire The Jis Jagah Barchi K Waar Se Akbar, Jawan Laal Ko Rone Ki Aarzoo Lekar, Yahi Se Ghutniyo Chalte Hue Gaye Sarwar.

In the eyes of Ali's son was that same scene, The place where Akbar had fallen from the spear's strike, With the longing to weep for his young son, The Master went from here, crawling on his knees.

Chale The Ghutniyo Akbar Ki Lash Tak Mola, Yaha Se Aage Takallum Bayan Ho Kya Bhala, Ghareeb Kaise Bhala Qatl Gah Tak Pahoncha, Yahi Se Zulfe Pakad Kar Layeen Le K Chala.

The Master had started crawling on his knees toward Akbar's body, What more can be described beyond this, Takallum? How did the Stranger even reach the place of slaughter? From here, the wretch dragged him, holding his hair.