Sakina Bibi Ke Bain

Bapa Hai Randon Mein Shor-E-Matam Hussain Marne Ko Jaa Rahe Hain Kahin Pa Ghush Mein Paray Hain Abid Kahin Pe Baqar Tarap Raha Hai Woh Chand Bachay Sisak Rahe Hain Woh Chand Ansoo Baha Rahe Hain

The clamor of mourning has erupted in the tents; Hussain is departing to face his martyrdom. Somewhere, Imam Abid lies unconscious; elsewhere, Baqar is writhing in pain. Those few children are sobbing, shedding a few tears.

Bari Qayamat Ka Hai Yeh Manzer Janab-E-Fizza Ka Imtehan Hai Behen Se Chup Ker Hussain Beshak Libas-E-Kohna Manga Rahe Hain

This scene is one of great calamity; it is a test for Janab-e-Fizza. Hussain, hiding it from his sister, is surely asking for his old, worn-out clothes.

Kahan Ho Abbas Aun-O-Akbar Kahan Ho Qasim Hasan Ke Dilber Sawari Lao Rakab Thamo Imam Tum Ko Bula Rahe Hain

Where are you, Abbas, Aun, and Akbar? Where are you, Qasim, the beloved of Hasan? Bring the mount, hold the stirrup; the Imam is calling out to you.

Sumo Se Ghoray Ke Aik Bachi Lipat Gayi Beqarar Ho Ker Bana Ke Banhon Ka Apni Jhoola Hussain Usko Sula Rahe Hain

A young girl, restless, clung to the hooves of the horse. Hussain, making a cradle of his arms, is putting her to sleep.

Woh Hashr Utha Woh Taighain Chamkin Woh Teer Bersay Woh Aaye Pather Hussain Pusht-E-Faras Pe Bethey Lahu Mein Apne Naha Rahe Hain

That Day of Judgment arose, swords flashed, arrows rained down, and stones were thrown. Hussain, seated on the back of his horse, is bathing in his own blood.

Zameen Pe Zeen Se Woh Aaye Mola Woh Cha Gaya Her Taraf Andhera Nabi Ke Deen Ki Asaas Rakhne Hussain Sajde Mein Jaa Rahe Hain

The Master descended from the saddle to the ground, and darkness spread in every direction. To lay the foundation of the Prophet's religion, Hussain is going into prostration (Sajdah).

Aray Koi Shimr Se Yeh Keh De Abhi Na Khanjer Chala Sitamger Batool Bali'n Per Aa Chuki Hain Rasool Maqtal Mein Aarahe Hain

Someone tell Shimr: 'Do not strike with the dagger yet, O tyrant. Batool (Fatima) has arrived at his bedside, and the Prophet is coming to the battlefield.'

Woh Aayi Shaam-E-Ghariban Run Mein Woh Hashr Utha Bala Ke Ban Mein Haram Ke Burqay Utar Rahe Hain La'een Khaimay Jala Rahe Hain

The evening of the homeless (Shaam-e-Ghariban) arrived on the battlefield; a calamity arose in the wilderness of Karbala. The veils of the women are being snatched away, and the wretched ones are burning the tents.

Nabi Ke Bete Ka Farq-E-Aqdas Quran Se Kam Nahi Hai Nasir Na Janay Kaise Hain Yeh Musalman Quran Per Khanjer Chala Rahe Hain

The sacred head of the Prophet's son is no less than the Quran, O Nasir. I do not know what kind of Muslims these are, who are striking the Quran with a dagger.