Mei Panjo Pe Chalti Rahi Baba

Zindan Ki Tarikiyoo Mei, Apne Sine Se Lagaaye Huwe Shabbir Ka Sar. Sakina Kehti Thi, Baba, Baba, Suno Mera Safar

In the darkness of the prison, clutching the head of Shabbir to her chest, Sakina cried out, "Father, Father, listen to the story of my journey."

Are (Sab Ke The Shaane Bandhe, Mera Bandha Tha Ghala)

While everyone else had their shoulders bound, my neck was tied with a rope.

Aap Se Kaise Kahu, Kaise Kata Wo Safar, Aal-E-Payambar Chali Rote Huwe Nange Sar (Aap Chale Neze Par, Kanto Pe Bhayi Chala)

How can I tell you how that journey passed? The family of the Prophet walked, weeping, with heads unveiled. You traveled upon the spear, while your brother walked upon the thorns.

Mere Phuphi Raah Me Ashk Bahati Rahi, Zulm Rulaate Rahe Dhoop Jalaati Rahi (Zakhm Mere Pawo Ka Dhoop Se Jalta Raha)

My aunt kept shedding tears along the path; the cruelty kept us weeping, and the sun kept burning us. The wounds on my feet burned in the heat.

Mazi Ke Kuch Waakayey Yaad Jo Aye Muje, Sine Pe Kaise Muje Aap Sulaate Rahe (Yaado Mei Yu Kho Gayi Bhul Gayi Har Jafaa)

When I remembered some events of the past—how you used to lull me to sleep on your chest—I became so lost in those memories that I forgot every cruelty.

Sabr Ka Daman Mere Haath Se Chuta Nahi, Neze Se Kya Aapne Baba Ye Dekha Nahi (Kichti Rahi Reesima Chalta Raha Kafla)

I never let go of the mantle of patience. Father, did you not see this from the spear? The rope kept pulling, and the caravan kept moving.

Ankh Barasne Lage Kalb Huwa Noha Ghar, Aya Nazar Jab Muje Neze Pe Asghar Ka Sar (Roti Rahi Mei Use Wo Muje Rota Raha)

My eyes began to rain tears, and my heart became a house of mourning when I saw Asghar's head upon the spear. I wept for him, and he wept for me.

Tumko Kafan Dediya Reyt Kei Tufaan Nei, Baalo Se Parda Kiya Meri Phuphi Jaan Ne (Aur Mere Dard Ka Koi Madaawa Na Tha)

The sandstorm gave you a shroud, and my dear aunt used her hair to veil me. And there was no remedy for my pain.

Raah Me Ammu Ko Jab Dekha To Maine Kaha, Kholdo Meri Rasan God Mei Leylo Chacha (Dekhke Rote Rahe Meri Aseeri Chacha)

When I saw my uncle (Abbas) on the path, I said, "Untie my rope and take me into your lap, Uncle." Seeing my captivity, my uncle kept weeping.

Chen Mayassar Muje Aa Na Saka Aik Pal, Zakhmi Gala Hogaya Aur Mere Pawu Shal (Raat Safar Mei Kati Din Bhi Safar Mei Kataa) Baba Madine Ke Wo Din Bhi Muje Yaad Hai, Sabz Amari Mei Jab Beyt Ke Jaati Thi Mei (Aaj Zara Dekhiye, Kaise Safar Teykiya)

I could not find peace for a single moment; my throat became injured and my feet were swollen. The night was spent in travel, and the day was spent in travel. Father, I also remember those days in Medina, when I used to travel sitting in a green palanquin. Today, just look at how I have completed this journey.

Ek Rasan Mei Bandhe Chothe Baro Ke Ghale, Lasho Pe Rote Huwe Karbobala Se Chale (Haal Mera Dekh Ke Rone Lagi Karbala)

The necks of the young and the old were bound in a single rope; weeping over the bodies, we departed from Karbala. Seeing my condition, even Karbala began to weep.