Porta Shah Baba

Rukta Pareshanyama Porta Shaah Baba

(I am stopping in distress) Rise, O King and Father.

Bain Sakina Ka Tha Alvida Baba Haay Shaheed-e-Jafa Alvida Baba

(This was Sakina's lament: Farewell, Father) Alas, O martyr of tyranny, farewell, Father.

Gyaarah Muharram Huwi Dasht-e-Bala Mei Aur Izafa Huwa Zulm-o-Jafa Mei Koi Bhi Bibi Nahi Ab To Rida Mei Haay Hussaina Ka Hai Shor Fiza Mei

The eleventh of Muharram arrived in the desert of calamity, And there was an increase in oppression and tyranny. There is no lady left now with a veil (rida), Alas, the cry of 'Ya Hussain' fills the atmosphere.

Zakhmi Badan Bekafan Pyaase Musafir Tashna Dahan Be Watan Pyaase Musafir Sayyad-o-Shaah-e-Zaman Pyaase Musafir Dasht Mei Pamaal Tan Pyaase Musafir

Wounded body, without a shroud, the thirsty traveler. Parched lips, far from home, the thirsty traveler. The Master and King of the age, the thirsty traveler. Trampled in the desert, the thirsty traveler.

Kushta-e-Zakhmi Jigar Wo Gul-e-Laila Khaak Basar Khaak Par Wo Gul-e-Laila Aap Ka Noor-e-Nazar Wo Gul-e-Laila Khoordo Sina Dar Jigar Wo Gul-e-Laila

Slain with a wounded heart, that flower of Laila (Ali Akbar). With dust on his head, lying on the dust, that flower of Laila. The light of your eyes, that flower of Laila. With a spear pierced through his heart, that flower of Laila.

Kushtan-e-Sad Chaak Ra Qaasim-e-Kamsin Kushtan-e-Asfa Kuja Qasim-e-Kamsin Tukre Badan Be Khata Qasim-e-Kamsin Kushta-e-Raah-e-Khuda Qasim-e-Kamsin

Slain and torn into a hundred pieces, young Qasim. Where is the sorrow of the slain, young Qasim? Body in pieces, innocent, young Qasim. Slain on the path of God, young Qasim.

Asghar-e-Man Be Zabaan Kushta-e-Paikaan Baba Tere Saath Hai Barsar-e-Maidan Jaan-o-Dil-e-Maa(n) Fida Shaah-e-Shaheedan Mei To Chali Dekhiye Jaanib-e-Zindaan

My Asghar, speechless, slain by the arrow. Father, he is with you on the battlefield. My life and heart are sacrificed for the King of Martyrs. I am leaving now, look towards the prison.

Bali Sakina Ki Jaan Alvida Baba Shaam Chala Karwaan Alvida Baba Chain Mujhe Ab Kahan Alvida Baba Karti Rahungi Fughaan Alvida Baba

The life of young Sakina, farewell, Father. The caravan moves to Shaam, farewell, Father. Where is peace for me now? Farewell, Father. I will keep lamenting, farewell, Father.

Hafiz-o-Nasir Khuda Ay Bin-e-Zehra Jaati Hai Is Dasht Se Bali Sakina "Sarwar-o-Rehan" Tha Bachi Ka Noha Kushta-e-Tegh-e-Jafa Alvida Baba

(May God be your protector and helper, O son of Zehra) Young Sakina is leaving this desert. "Sarwar and Rehan," this was the child's lament: Slain by the sword of tyranny, farewell, Father.