Sallam Nana Ke Roze

Chalaa Me Wada Nibhaane Salaam Ma Ke Mazaar Chalaa Me Waada Nibhaane Sallam Ma Ke Mazaar

I set out to fulfill my promise, To offer salutations at Mother's shrine. I set out to fulfill my promise, To offer salutations at Mother's shrine.

Me Tera Din Bacha Woonga, Ay Mere Nana, Me Apna Khoon Bahaa Woonga, Ay Mere Nana, Hussain Ja Ta Hai Marne Salaam Ma Ke Mazaar

I will save your religion, O my Grandfather. I will shed my own blood, O my Grandfather. Hussain is going to his martyrdom, To offer salutations at Mother's shrine.

Meri Shari Ke Safar Banke, Sath Chal Ama, Safar Pe Jaata Hu Kapre, Mere Badal Ama Libaas Khuld Sajaa De Badan Pe Phir Ek Baar

Become the companion of my journey, Walk with me, Mother. I am leaving for a journey, change My clothes, Mother. Adorn my body with the garments of Paradise, Just one more time.

Dua Karu Koi Sar Be, Rida Na Ho Ama, Namaaz Zohke Shahadat, Kazaa Na Ho Ama, Na Aye Mere Chaman Pe Sitam Ki Gardo Guba

Pray that no head remains Unveiled, Mother. May the prayer of the hour of martyrdom Not be missed, Mother. May the dust and clouds of tyranny Not descend upon my garden.

Diyaa Jalane Ko Nana, Tumhare Roze Par, Zuroor Ayegi Sugra, Har Ek Shaam-O-Sahar, Khuda Kare Rahe Roshan Sada Tumhara Mazaar

To light a lamp, O Grandfather, At your shrine, Sugra will surely come, Every evening and dawn. May God keep your shrine Forever illuminated.

Tumhare Jesaa Hai Nana, Ye Mera Laal Akbar, Dua Karo Na Lage Isko, Asmaan Ki Nazar, Lute Na Door Watan Se Hamare Dil Ka Karar

He is just like you, Grandfather, This son of mine, Akbar. Pray that he is not struck by The evil eye of the heavens. May the peace of our hearts not be looted Far away from our homeland.

Tamam Phool Se Bache Hai, Aur Garm Hawaa, Hamare Khoon Ki Pyaasi Hai, Foje Zulmo Jafaa Safar Me Koi Shajar Bhi Nahi Hai Saaya Adaa

All are flower-like children, And there is a hot wind. Thirsty for our blood Is the army of tyranny and oppression. On this journey, there is not even a tree To provide any shade.

Ha Ek Phool To Esa Hai, Jo Khila Bhi Nahi, Na Paye Pani Ko Kar Sakta, Wo Gila Bhi Nahi, Wo Jiske Dehne Se Aati Hai Dood Ki Mehkar

There is one flower that Has not even blossomed yet. He cannot even complain About not getting water. He, from whose breath comes The fragrance of milk.

Meri Sakina Kaha Aur, Rasan Ke Bandh Kaha, Zamin Garm Pe Chalna, Use Pasand Kaha, Kadam Wo Phool Se Nazook Wo Raste Purkhar

Where is my Sakina, and Where are the bindings of ropes? Walking on the hot ground, How could she like that? Those feet, delicate as flowers, And those paths full of thorns.

Chalaa Me Waada Nibhaane Sallam Ma Ke Mazaar

I set out to fulfill my promise, To offer salutations at Mother's shrine.