Rone Walon Shehar Madine Mein

Kalma Goyo Ne Kalma Walo Ko Bhare Darbar Me Rulaya Hai Hai Muqadma Rasul Zadi Ka Bhare Darbar Me Woh Aayi Hai

Those who recite the Kalma have made the people of the Kalma weep, In the crowded court, they have brought tears to eyes. It is the case of the Prophet's daughter, She has arrived in the crowded court.

Jinpe Allah Bhi Durud Pare Aise Farzand Saath Laayi Hai Pasbane Fidak Ne Fir Kaise Un Gawahon Ka Dil Dukhaya Hai

She brought with her such sons, Upon whom even Allah sends blessings. How then did the guardian of Fadak, Break the hearts of those witnesses?

Masnade Mustafa Pe Gasib Hai Samne Mustafa Ki Beti Hai Mera Haq De Do Ai Musalmano Rokar Khairunnisa Yeh Kehti Hai

A usurper sits on the throne of Mustafa, And before him is the daughter of Mustafa. "Give me my right, O Muslims," Weeping, the best of women says this.

Mere Baba Ke Baad Kyu Tumne Fatima Par Yeh Zulm Dhaya Hai Bola Bezarf Toh Ai Nabi Zadi Tere Haq To Mai Janta Hi Nai

Why, after my father, have you, Inflicted this oppression upon Fatima? The base one replied, "O daughter of the Prophet, I do not even acknowledge your right."

Ja Likhi Thi Tumhare Baba Ne Mai Woh Tehreer Manta Hi Nai Chaak Kardi Sanad Muhammad Ki Kehkaha Zor Se Lagaya Hai

The document that your father wrote, I do not accept that writing. He tore apart the decree of Muhammad, And laughed loudly.

Qabre Ahmad Pe Jake Kehne Lagi Fatima Ko Zaeef Kar Dala Dekho Baba Tumhari Ummat Ne Kitna Mujhko Zaeef Kar Dala

Going to the grave of Ahmad, she began to say, "They have made Fatima weak. Look, Father, your Ummah, Has made me so frail."

Mera Mohsin Shaheed Kar Dala Mere Pehlu Pe Dar Giraya Hai Fatima Sayyada Ko Baba Ki Gar Wirasat Pe Ikhtiyar Nai

They martyred my Mohsin, They crushed the door against my side. If Fatima Sayyada has no authority, Over her father's inheritance...

Fir Woh Aurat Nabi Ke Hujre Ki Ai Musalmano Wirsadar Nahi Jisne Maula Hasan Ki Mayyat Par Teer Hatho Se Khud Chalaya Hai

Then that woman is not the heir, O Muslims, of the Prophet's chamber, (The one) who with his own hands shot arrows, At the funeral bier of Maula Hasan.

Gam Aale Aba Me Rehta Hai Zikre Shabbir Aam Karta Hai Matami Tauko Teero Me Isliye Bhi Salam Karta Jisne Bibi Batul Ke Gam Me Dilko Baitul Huzn Banaya Hai

Grief dwells in the family of the Cloak, It spreads the remembrance of Shabbir. In the mourning collars and the arrows, For this reason, I offer salutations, To the one who, in the grief of Bibi Batul, Has turned their heart into a house of sorrow (Baitul Huzn).