Patthar Na Maaro

Ek Kafila Jab Pohcha Bazaar Nazdeek Bohot Aaya Darbar Ek Shaks Ne Aakar Di Ye Sada Aye Shimr{L} Mujhe Sar De Zara Kimat Lele Jitni Chahe Jab Shimr{L} Ne Sar Maula Ka Diya Wo Zalim Logo Se Ye Kehne Laga Logo Aao Logo Aao Badla Lelo Ha Iske Padar Ne Maare Hai Ajdaad Tumhare Khybar Me Logo Aao Logo Aao Badla Lelo Har Simt Se Aaye Jab Patthar Kehti Thi Ye Zainab{s.a} Roro Kar Hum Hi Hai Nabi Ki Aal

When the caravan reached the bazaar, drawing very close to the court, A man came forward and called out, 'O Shimr, give me that head for a moment, Take whatever price you desire.' When Shimr handed over the Master's head, that tyrant began to say to the people, 'Come people, come people, take your revenge! For his father killed your ancestors at Khaybar!' 'Come people, come people, take your revenge!' When stones began to rain from every direction, Zainab wept and cried out, 'We are the Family of the Prophet!'

Maarte Ho Sang Jisko Hai Ye Sardaare Jina Iska Nana Hai Mohammad{S.A.W} Baap Ali{a.s} Zahra{s.a} Hai Maa Zulm Aisa Na Karo Kehti Hai Zahra{s.a} Ki Aal

The one you are stoning is the Leader of the Youth of Paradise, His grandfather is Muhammad, his father is Ali, and Zahra is his mother. Do not commit such tyranny, Cries the progeny of Zahra.

Bachpane Me Iski Khatir Rab Ne Bheja Pairahan Iska Laasha Dasht Me Hai Aaj Be Goro Kafan Qabr Me Khud Mustafa{S.A.W} Keh Rahe Hai Purmalal

In his childhood, the Lord sent a garment for him, Today, his body lies in the desert without shroud or burial. In his grave, the Chosen One (Mustafa) himself, Is speaking in deep sorrow.

Jiska Aaka Ho Mohammad{S.A.W} Kaun Hai Iske Siwa Zulm Ki Jispar Hue Had Kaun Hai Iske Siwa Ghar To Sara Lut Chuka Ab Karo Itna Khayal

For whom Muhammad is the Master, who else is there like him? Upon whom the limits of tyranny were crossed, who else is there like him? His entire home has been plundered, Now, show at least this much consideration.

Ek Musafir Bewatan Par Zulm Ki Hai Inteha Maalike Kausar Tha Lekin Tashnalab Maara Gaya Wo Bhi To Badla Hi Tha Jo Kiya Tumne Kital

The tyranny upon this traveler, far from home, has reached its limit, He was the Master of Kausar, yet he was killed while thirsty. That too was merely revenge, For what you did in the killing.

Ek Din Me Tum Ne Maare Iske Sab Peer O Jawa Phir Ise Zibha Kiya Tha Barsare Rege Tapa Reham Khao Zalimo Ab To Behre Zuljalal

In one day, you killed all his elders and youth, Then you slaughtered him upon the scorching sands. Have mercy, you tyrants, Now, for the sake of the Lord of Majesty.

Le Chuke Khybar Ka Badla Karbala Me Zalimo Ab To Is Pyaase Pe Logo Reham Khao Chordo Kar Rahi Hai Ilteja Ek Behen Ghumse Nidhal

You have already taken the revenge of Khaybar in Karbala, you tyrants, Now, people, have mercy on this thirsty one, let him be. A sister, exhausted by grief, Is making this plea.

Khak Aaluda Ye Cehra Aur Ye Zakhmi Jabee Kiskadar Mazloom Hai Ye Tumko Andaza Nahi Iska Laasha Dasht Me Kar Chuke Ho Paayemaal

This face is covered in dust, and this forehead is wounded, You have no idea how oppressed he is. His body in the desert, You have already trampled underfoot.

Har Sitam To Kar Chuke Ho Bewatan Mazloom Par Chord Kar Reti Pe Laasha Rakh Diya Naize Pe Sar Qabil E Taazim Hai Ahmad E Mursal Ka Laal

You have inflicted every cruelty upon the oppressed traveler, Leaving his body on the sands, you placed his head upon a spear. He is worthy of reverence, The son of the Messenger Ahmad.

Baat Ye Irfan O Mazhar Kaat Jaati Hai Jigar Bhai Ki Behurmati Par Thi Behen Yu Nauhagar Baddua Kardu Agar Aaega Tum Par Zawaal

Irfan and Mazhar, this matter pierces the heart, At the dishonor of her brother, the sister was lamenting thus, 'If I were to curse you, Your downfall would surely come.'