Pehla Sajda Baghair Chadar Kay

Roshni Aur Hawa Ne Bhi Jis Ka Sar Na Dekha Bagair Chadar Ke

She, whose head even the light and the wind had never seen without a veil.

Jisko Dafna Nhi Saki Zainab, Be Kafan Tha Jo Dasht E Gurbat Main Apne Bhai Hussain Ka Us Ne Ghum Manaya Bagair Chadar Ke

He whom Zainab could not bury, who lay shroudless in the desert of exile—she mourned her brother Hussain without a veil.

Wo Jo Uski Rida Ka Zamin Tha, Uske Naksh E Qadam Mitata Tha Kaise Guzregi Uske Laashe Se Binte Zahra Bagair Chadar Ke

He who was the guarantor of her modesty, whose footsteps were erased (by the oppressors)—how will the daughter of Zahra pass by his corpse without a veil?

Jis Ka Quran Chehra Parhta Tha, Sirf Ayaat Dekhti Thi Jisay Aaj Dekhenge Usko Galiyon Main Ahle Kufa Bagair Chadar Ke

He whose face was a recitation of the Quran, whom only verses of holiness beheld—today the people of Kufa will see her in the streets without a veil.

Tum Se Zainab Na Hum Kalam Hui, Meri Awaz Na Suni Tum Ne Aao Baba Sunaon Main Tum Ko Aaj Khutba Bagair Chadar Ke

Zainab did not speak to you, you did not hear my voice—come, Father, let me recite a sermon to you today without a veil.

Dono Khutbon Ne Khoon Rulaya Hai, Qabr Main Bhi Khuda Ki Ghairat Aik Lasha Tha Be Kafan Ran Main Ik Janaza Bagair Chadar Ke

Both sermons have made the heavens weep blood; even in the grave, God's honor is stirred—one body lay shroudless on the battlefield, and one funeral procession moved without a veil.

Kaise Un Chadaron Ke Maqtal Main, Teen Din Khadi Rahi Zainab Jis Jagah Mout Se Bhi Mushkil Tha Aik Lamha Bagair Chadar Ke

How did Zainab stand for three days in that slaughterhouse of veils, where even a single moment without a veil was harder than death?

Jo Bhi Parde Ko Rone Wali Hai, Wasta Unko Bibi Zainab Ka Binte Zahra Ki Pak Chadar Ko Tum Na Rona Bagair Chadar Ke

To all who weep for the loss of the veil, I beseech you by the sake of Bibi Zainab—do not weep for the pure veil of the daughter of Zahra while being unveiled yourselves.

Khaak Baalon Pe Baal Chehre Par, Aur Ankhon Se Ashk Jari Hain Qaid Khane Main Aise Zainab Ka Saal Guzra Bagair Chadar Ke

Dust upon her hair, hair upon her face, and tears flowing from her eyes—this is how a year of Zainab's life passed in the prison, without a veil.

Uska Parda Tha Zindagi Uski, Saans Usko Rida Se Milti Thi Hai Qayamat Faraz Zainab Ka Zinda Rehna Bagair Chadar Ke

Her veil was her life; her very breath depended on her mantle. It is a day of judgment, Faraz, that Zainab remained alive without a veil.