Neher Se Aati Hai Ye Sada

Pyaase The Sab Noha Gar Thaam Li Sheh Ne Kamar Zainab E Dilgeer Ne Kaha

Everyone was thirsty and mourning; the King (Hussain) clutched his back (in grief), And the sorrowful Zainab said:

Kitna Wafadar Tha Sab Ka Madad Gaar Tha Saaya E Deedar Tha, Fauj Ka Salaar Tha Hogaye Lachar Hum Kehte Hai Shahe Umam Ro Rahi Hai Saath Mein Wafa

How loyal he was, he was the helper of all, He was the shadow of our sight, the commander of the army. 'We have become helpless,' says the King of the Nations, Even Loyalty itself is weeping alongside us.

Dukhtar E Shahe Umam Kaise Sahe Ab Ye Ghum Khaak Nashee'n Hai Haram Dekhke Girta Alam Karne Lagi Marsiya Paani Nahi Aayega Ek Naya Mujhko Ghum Mila

How can the daughter of the King of Nations bear this grief now? The women of the household sit in the dust, seeing the standard fall. She began to recite a dirge: 'Water will not come,' I have received a new sorrow.

Laasha Jawa'n Bhai Ka Kaise Uthega Bhala Bole Shahe Karbala Aaiye Shere Khuda Mera Sahara Bano Koi Dilasa To Do Koi Madadgaar Na Raha

How will the body of my young brother be lifted? The King of Karbala cried out: 'Come, O Lion of God (Ali), Be my support, offer me some consolation, There is no helper left.'

Haaye Ye Lachargi Pyaasi Sakina Rahi Tooti Ummeede Meri Aur Kamar Kham Hui Mashke Sakina Chidi Beh Gaya Paani Sabhi Kohe Alam Uspe Jab Gira

Alas, this helplessness; Sakina remained thirsty. My hopes were shattered, and my back bent (in grief), Sakina's water-skin was pierced, all the water flowed away, When the mountain of the standard fell upon it.

Sunte Ho Akbar Sada Rote Hai Shahe Huda Fizza Ne Rokar Kaha Aao Sambhalo Zara Chuta Watan Ghar Luta Pyaase Rahe Gham Na Tha Ab Hai Masaeb Ki Intehaa..

Do you hear, Akbar? The King of Guidance is weeping. Fizza cried out: 'Come and steady him for a moment.' We lost our homeland, our home was looted, we remained thirsty—that was no grief, But now, this is the limit of our calamities.

Ek Alamdaar Ke Jaane Se Ye Ghum Mile Tashna Dahan Ro Diye Haath Se Kuze Gire Hum Ne To Nauhe Kiye Ehle Sitam Khush Hue Shimr Ne Jab Fauj Se Kaha

With the passing of one Standard-bearer, these sorrows came. The thirsty ones wept, the water pitchers fell from their hands. We recited elegies, while the people of tyranny rejoiced, When Shimr said to his army:

Dasht Mein Shabbir Par Zulm Hue Is Qadar Safdar O Mazhar Magar Tha Wo Ali Ka Pisar Sabr Bhi Karta Raha, Shukr Bhi Karta Raha Zabt Ye Ghum Ho Nahi Saka

In the desert, such tyranny was inflicted upon Shabbir (Hussain), Safdar and Mazhar, yet he was the son of Ali. He continued to exercise patience, he continued to offer thanks, But this grief could not be contained.