Mere Sar Pe Lillah Rehne De Chadar

Kuch Ai Shimr Kimat Samaj Is Ridaa Ki, Ke Ye Paak Chadar Hai Khayrun Nisaa Ki

O Shimr, understand the value of this veil, for this is the sacred veil of the Best of Women (Fatima).

Khule Sar Jise Bhayiyo Ne Na Dekha Uthaa Raat Me Jiski Maa Ka Janaaza Wo Din Me Hai Motaj Bas Ek Ridaa Ki

She whose unveiled head her brothers never saw, she whose mother's funeral was carried out at night, is now, in the daylight, forced to beg for just one veil.

Lo Bandho Mere Haath Kehti Thi Zainab Na Chhino Rida Kehke Roti Thi Zainab Mai Mazlum Beti Hu Mushkil Khushaa Ki

“Go ahead, tie my hands,” Zainab would say, weeping as she pleaded, “Do not snatch away my veil; I am the oppressed daughter of the Remover of Difficulties.”

Zara Jaag Ay Mere Gayyur Bhayi Ke Ab Baat Meri Ridaa Tak Hai Aayi Behen Ko Zarurat Hai Teri Wafaa Ki

Wake up, my honorable brother, for the matter has now reached my veil. Your sister is in need of your loyalty.

Utho Mere Sajjad Jalte Hai Khayme Sumbhaloo Akeli Mai Bachho Ko Kaise Me Kaise Sahu Sakhtiya Ashkiya Ki

Rise, my Sajjad, the tents are burning. How can I manage the children alone? How can I endure the hardships of the wicked?

Wo Shaame Ghariban Me Baba Ka Aana Wo Zainab Ka Haatho Se Chehra Chhupaana Khuda Se Rida Ke Liye Ilteja Ki

That arrival of my father (Ali) in the night of the homeless, and Zainab hiding her face with her hands, praying to God for the sake of her veil.

Tamaashayi Kufe Ki Galiyon Me Kehte Zamane Badalte Hai Lamho Me Kitne Ke Sar Nange Zainab Hai Kudrat Khudaa Ki

The spectators in the streets of Kufa say, how quickly times change, that Zainab is unveiled—such is the power of God.

Wo Mayen Wo Behne Kanizane Zainab Jo Hai Aaj Bhi Pursadaarane Zainab Rakhe Laaj Zainab Ki Bas Us Sadaa Ki

Those mothers and sisters, the servants of Zainab, who are still the mourners of Zainab today, may they uphold the honor of Zainab through that very cry.