Shaam-e-Gharibaan Mein

Shaam -E- Gum Aagayi Bekasi Chaa Gai Shaam Ki Fouj Khaimo Talak Aagaye Aatishe Zulmo Khaime Jalane Lagi Mere Khuda Labe Furat Sayebaan Jal Gaya Jale Khayam Saiyada Ka Phir Maqan Jal Gaya

The evening of sorrow has arrived, helplessness has spread, The army of Shaam has reached the tents. The fire of oppression began to burn the tents, My God, by the banks of the Euphrates, the shelter has burned, The tents burned, and once again, the house of the Lady (Fatima's daughter) has burned.

Chaadare Chin Gai Lut Gaya Malo Zar Khaima Dar Khaima Hai Bibiyo Ka Safar Betiya Fatima Ki Huwi Nauhagar TadapTadap Ke Ya Ali Pukarti Thi Bibiya.................. Idhar Udhar Buss Apne Lal Dhundti Thi Bibiya Jalne Laga Haaye Udhar Bistare Bimaar Jalne Laga Haaye Udhar Bistare Bimaar

Veils were snatched away, wealth and possessions were looted, From tent to tent is the journey of the ladies, The daughters of Fatima became mourners. Writhing in agony, the ladies called out, 'Ya Ali!', Searching here and there for their beloved sons, Alas, the sick one's (Imam Sajjad's) bed began to burn, Alas, the sick one's bed began to burn.

Kya Kare Zainab Khasta Dil Kya Kare Na Rahe Waarisane Haram Na Rahe Raat Aayi Nahi Aur Shab Sogaye Dhuva Dhuva Fiza Lahu Lahu Hai Dashte Karbala..... Kisi Nasheb Se Hai Mushtaqeel Sadae Fatima Naalae Ya Fatima Ya Haidere Karrar Naala Ye Fatima , Ya Haidar E Karrar.....

What can the broken-hearted Zainab do, what can she do? The guardians of the household are no more, they are gone, The night has not yet fully fallen, yet the night has gone to sleep (in darkness/grief), The atmosphere is filled with smoke, the desert of Karbala is drenched in blood, From some hollow, the voice of Fatima is echoing, The cry of 'Ya Fatima', 'Ya Haider-e-Karrar' (Ali), The cry of 'Ya Fatima', 'Ya Haider-e-Karrar'.

Khaaq Par Aagayi Bibiya Nauhagar God Mein Pyaase Baccho Ke Rakhe Hai Sar Kis Ko Aawaz De Haaye Jaaye Kidhar Na Koi Bhai Hai Na Bhai Ka Pisar Na Bhaanja Ali Ki Laadli Ne Bhai Ka Alam Utha Liya Mire Sadar Mire Haram Zainabe Laachar Mire Sadar Mire Haaram Zainabe Laachar.....

The mourning ladies have come down to the dust, They hold the heads of the thirsty children in their laps, Whom should they call out to? Alas, where should they go? There is no brother, no son of a brother, no nephew left, Ali's beloved daughter has picked up her brother's standard, My leader, my sanctuary, the helpless Zainab, My leader, my sanctuary, the helpless Zainab.

Haaye Rehan -O- Sarwar Sare Karbala Hoke Bedasht Ek Lashaye Baawafa Dekhta Rehgaya Qafela Chaldiya Salam Bekafan Badan Woh Jinke Sar Hue Judaa Salam Dukhtarane Fatima Aseero Berida Ek Rasan Baara Gale Kuhchao Baazar Ek Rasan Baara Gale Kuchaao Baazar ..

Alas, Rehan and Sarwar, at the head of Karbala, Left in the desert is a body of the faithful one (Abbas), The caravan moved on, left only to watch, Salutations to the shroudless bodies, those whose heads were severed, Salutations to the daughters of Fatima, the captives without veils, One rope, twelve necks, in the streets and the bazaar, One rope, twelve necks, in the streets and the bazaar.