Qafla Hussain Ka

Haay, Mere Bache Ko Sitamgharo Ne Tarpaya Hai, Dasht Mei Ghair Liya Paani Ko Tarsaya Hai, Haaye Is Zulmo Masaaib Mei Use Yaad Raha, Apna Wada Wo Nibhane Ke Liye Aya Hai

Alas, the oppressors have tormented my child, They surrounded him in the desert and kept him thirsty for water, Alas, even in this tyranny and calamity, he remembered, He has come to fulfill the promise he made.

Haay, Kya Khabar Tujko Mere Gar Ko Ujada Haay Haay, Kistarha Se Mere Shabbir Ko Mara Haay Haay, Neza Akbar Ke Kaleje Mei Utara Haay Haay, Phir Bhi Bhulaa Na Tere Wade Ko Pyaasa Haay Haay

Alas, what news do you have of how my home was destroyed, alas, How they killed my Shabbir, alas, They drove a spear into Akbar's chest, alas, Yet the thirsty one did not forget your promise, alas.

Haay, Pani Lene Ko Gaya Nehr Pe Abbas Mera, Chid Gayi Mashk Kate Haath Alam Thanda Huwa, Mere Bache Ki Kamar Toot Gayi Phirbhi Use,n Aam Allah Ka Aur Wada Har Ek Yaad Raha

Alas, my Abbas went to the river to fetch water, The water-skin was pierced, his arms severed, the standard fell, My child's back was broken, yet even then, He remembered Allah's command and every promise.

Haay, Mere Besheer Ko Pani Ke Ye Baz Teer Mila, Uske Bachpan Ko Jawaani Ke Ye Baz Teer Mila, Har Sitam Sehke Tere Ghar Ki Taraf Aata Hai, Jisko Ummat Se Nishani Ki Ye Baz Teer Mila

Alas, my infant received this arrow instead of water, His childhood received this arrow instead of youth, Enduring every cruelty, he comes towards your home, He who received this arrow as a 'gift' from the Ummah.

Haay, Zakhm Itne Hai Kaleje Ka Bura Haal Huwa, Dasht Mei Ibn-E-Hasan Ghoro Se Pamal Huwa, Khun Se Dasht-E-Bala Laal Huwa Aur Darya, Ye Sitam Sehke Mera Laal Tere Ghar Ko Chala

Alas, there are so many wounds, his heart is in a terrible state, In the desert, the son of Hasan was trampled by horses, The desert of calamity and the river turned red with blood, Enduring this cruelty, my beloved set out for your home.

Haay, Do Pisar Zainab-E-Dilgeer Ke Kurban Huwe, Haye Bin Pani Ke Wo Phul Bhi Bejaan Huwe, Sare Paiman Wafaa Pure Huwe Maktal Mei, Ab Tere Aka Tere Shehr Mei Mehmaan Huwe

Alas, two sons of the sorrowful Zainab were sacrificed, Alas, those flowers became lifeless without water, All promises of loyalty were fulfilled in the slaughterhouse, Now your Master has become a guest in your city.

Haay, Gyaarwi Subho Haram Chor Chale Dasht-E-Kitaal, Reyt Lasho Ka Kafan Chehr Ka Parda Huwe Baal, Sar Shaheedo Ke Sar-E-Noke Sina Qayd Haram, Is Gharibi Mei Raha Unko Magar Tera Khayaal

Alas, on the morning of the eleventh, the women left the desert of slaughter, The sand became the shroud for the bodies, their hair became the veil for their faces, The heads of the martyrs were on spearheads, the women were captives, Even in this state of destitution, they were thinking of you.

Haay, Ho Gayi Poori Tere Dil Ki Duwa Jaag Zara, Hai Yahi Teri Wafaao Ka Sila Jaag Zara, Ghar Ka Har Gosha Aza Khaana Banade Uthkar, Tera Aka Tera Mehman Huwa Jaag Zara

Alas, the prayer of your heart has been fulfilled, wake up now, This is the reward for your loyalties, wake up now, Rise and make every corner of your house a place of mourning, Your Master has become your guest, wake up now.