Qafila Sadaat Ka

Kal Talak Salaar Is Tha Alamdar-E-Jari Aaj Hai Salaar Iska Bediyo Wala Ali

Until yesterday, its leader was the brave standard-bearer (Abbas), Today, its leader is the shackled Ali (Sajjad).

Jab Madine Se Chal Tha Qafela Sadaat Ka Misle Haider Pasbaa Abbas Tha Sadaat Ka Kaisi Gurbat Ek Din Me Bibiyon Par Cha Gayi Ek Abid Na Tava Hai Aasra Sadaat Ka

When the caravan of the Prophet's family set out from Medina, Abbas was the protector of the family, like Haider (Ali), What a state of helplessness befell the ladies in just one day, Now, only the frail Abid (Sajjad) remains as the support of the Prophet's family.

Kal Talak Abbas Ki Thi Har Kadam Par Yeh Sada Aye Parindo Muh Chupalo Hai Safar Me Sayyada Aaj Yeh Salaar Hai Aur Shamiyo Ki Bheed Hai Maangta Hai Har Kadam Par Haye Zainab Ki Rida

Until yesterday, at every step, Abbas's voice would call out: 'O birds, hide your faces, for the Sayyada (Zainab) is traveling.' Today, this (Sajjad) is the leader, and there is a crowd of Syrians, And at every step, he must plead for the veil of Zainab.

Qafela Ek Woh Tha Mehmil Me Thi Sab Saidaniyan Qafela Ek Yeh Hai Paidal Chal Rahi Hai Bibiyan Qafla Salaar Ki Gurbat Ka Alam Dekh Kar Bain Karti Jaa Rahi Hai Har Kadam Par Bediya

That was one caravan, where all the noble ladies were in litters, This is another caravan, where the ladies are walking on foot, Seeing the state of the leader's helplessness, The shackles themselves are wailing at every step.

Har Ghadi Sabir Rahe Hai Dono Mire Karwaa Karbala Tha Ek Ka Maidan Shaam Ek Ka Imtehaa Aaj Hai Rehwar Ki Gardan Me Sar Abbas Ka Abid-E-Bimar Ki Gardan Me Tauk E Gira

Both leaders of my caravan remained patient at every moment, Karbala was the battlefield for one, and Syria was the trial for the other, Today, the head of Abbas is on the neck of the horse, And a heavy collar (shackle) is on the neck of the ailing Abid.

Shor Karte Hai Sitamgar Taaziyane Maar Ke Muntazir Kurshi Nashi Hai Itrate Athar Ke Qatl Gairat Ho Rahi Hai Har Gali Har Mod Par Inna Lillah Hai Labo Par Abid E Bimar Ke

The oppressors make noise while striking with whips, The throne-sitters (Yazid's court) await the family of the Prophet, Honor is being murdered in every street and at every turn, And 'Inna lillahi' (We belong to God) is on the lips of the ailing Abid.

Hai Qamar Kham Aur Haatho Me Asa Thame Hue Kis Tarha Pehchaane Aakhir Fatima Sughra Ise Aagaya Yawar Madine Me Mera Maula Magar Laut Kar Aayi Na Abid Ki Jawani Shaam Se

His back is bent, and he holds a staff in his hands, How will Fatima Sughra ever recognize him? Yawar has returned to Medina, my master has arrived, but, The youth of Abid did not return from Syria.