Na Kar Qubool Madine

Madina Aagaya Jab Ye Sada Ubharne Lagi Ye Pushte Naaqa Se Kulsoom Bain Karne Lagi Luta Ke Aaye Hai Zehra Ke Hum Gharane Ko

When we reached Madina, this cry began to rise, From the back of the camel, Kulsoom began to wail, We have returned having lost the entire household of Zehra.

Batayein Kaise Jo Hum Par Guzar Gaya Mehshar Sar e Hussain Tadapta Tha Noke Naiza Par Har Ek Shehr Mein Maare Gaye Hamein Pathar Hamare Chehron Ki Jaanib Thi Shaamiyo Ki Nazar Na Haath Bhi Thay Ye Azaad Moo Chupane Ko

How can we describe the doomsday we endured? Hussain's head was trembling upon the spear-tip, In every city, stones were pelted at us, The eyes of the Syrians were fixed upon our faces, And our hands were not even free to cover our faces.

Bichad Ke Apni Behan Se Dubara Mil Na Saki Wo Dil Mein Le Gayi Hasrat Madine Aane Ki Musibaton Ke Andheron Mein Chal Basi Bachi Hamein Rehaai Mili Wo Hai Aaj Bhi Qaidi Basa Liya Hai Sakina Ne Qaid Khane Ko

Separated from her sister, she could not meet her again, She carried the longing to reach Madina in her heart, In the darkness of calamities, the child passed away, We received our release, but she remains a prisoner today, Sakina has made the prison her home.

Madina Lut Gayi Sarkar Tere Waali Ki Mere Hussain Ke Sookhe Galay Pe Taygh Chali Bacha Na Abid e Bemaar Ke Siwa Koi Hamari Godiyan Pardes Mein Hui Khaali Qadam Uthaye Nahi Jaate Ghar Mein Aane Ko

O Master, the family of your successor has been looted in Madina, A blade was drawn across the parched throat of my Hussain, No one remained except the ailing Abid, Our laps were emptied in a foreign land, We cannot lift our feet to enter our home.

Gali Gali Mein Phiraya Gaya Ghareebon Ko Qadam Qadam Pe Rulaya Gaya Ghareebon Ko Bicha Ke Kaante Chalaya Gaya Ghareebon Ko Tamaash Beeno Mein Laaya Gaya Ghareebon Ko Sawaab Samjha Gaya Hai Hamein Satane Ko

The helpless ones were paraded through every street, At every step, the helpless ones were made to weep, Thorns were spread for the helpless ones to walk upon, The helpless ones were brought before spectators, Tormenting us was considered an act of virtue.

Tarha Tarha Se Sitamgar Hamein Saza Dete Wo Taaziyano Ki Bemaar Ko Dawa Dete Utha Ke Saaye Se Wo Dhoop Mein Bitha Dete Ghareeb e Zehra Ka Pursa Bhala Wo Kya Dete Na Aaya Koi Rida Bhi Hamein Udhane Ko

The oppressors punished us in various ways, They gave lashes as medicine to the ailing one, They would lift us from the shade and seat us in the scorching sun, How could they offer condolences to the poor daughter of Zehra? No one even came to cover us with a veil.

Na Likh Sakega Takallum Samaa Wo Tera Qalam Thay Gird Ahle Madina Ajeeb Tha Aalam Ye Kehke Naaqon Se Uthre Siyaah Posh Ahle Haram Yahan Pe Chain Se Hoga Hussain Ka Matam Taras Gaye Thay Hum Ashk e Aza Bahane Ko

Takallum, your pen will not be able to write that scene, The people of Madina were gathered around, the atmosphere was strange, The black-clad family of the Prophet descended from the camels saying, Here, we will mourn Hussain in peace, For we had longed to shed tears of grief.