Shabbir Di Ujri Maa

Ashoor Di Dhaldi Shab Zainab Mai Wich Maqtal De Rowangi Us Jaa Te Raathnu Rowangi Mere Puttar De Gal Te Chalniya De Jis Jaa 13 Zarbaa'n

On the evening of Ashura, Zainab Will weep in the battlefield. She will weep at that place at night, Where my son's throat was pierced By thirteen strikes

Darya De Fasle Fasle Te Payi Ummal Baneen Di Jaa Rowe Othe Othe Baith Ke Wayn Kare Jithe Mashk Abbas Di Jigni Ae Jithe Jigniya Ae Baawaa'n

At a distance from the river, Umm al-Banin sits and weeps. She sits there and laments, Where the water-skin of Abbas fell, Where his arms fell

Mai Baite Amaara Ko Aayi Maa Hoke Wi Mai Muslim Di Dheeyaa'n De Dard Wanda Di Rayi Muslim Di Laash Te Winj Royi Jiwe Rondiya Ae Dhiyaa'n

I came to the side of the orphans, Even though I am a mother, I shared The pain of Muslim's daughters. I went and wept over Muslim's body, Just as daughters weep

Ek Jaa Te Bibi Wayn Kitha Aethe Hona Ae Zulam Tamacheya Da Hone Surakh Sakina Da Chehra Mere Rukh Te Aaya Shee Jiwe Yasrab Wich Surkh Nishaa'n

At one place, the Bibi lamented, 'Here, the cruelty of slaps will occur. Sakina's face will turn red, Just as the red mark appeared on my cheek In Yathrib'

Inj Aun O Mohammad Ek Howe Wakh Maut Bhi Aam Na Kar Payi Teri Ghurbat Haider Di Jaayi Ek Duje Naal Na Bann Sakiya Tere Putran Diya Qabraa'n

They came as if they were one, like Muhammad. Even death could not make them separate. Your loneliness, O daughter of Haider, Could not even unite The graves of your sons

Ro Wayn Kare Sad Bismillah Meri God Ich Hona Hai Sir Tera Aythe Karni Ae Tu Asar Adaa Walaa Nal Saaf Pe Kar Niya Tere Sajde Di Thaa'n

She laments, calling 'Bismillah', 'Your head is to be in my lap. Here you must perform the Asr prayer, With your blood, you must cleanse The place of your prostration'

Chuk Chuk Ke Khara Pathranu Jholi Wich Bardi Jandiye Ae Zahra Kendi Jandiye Hure Zakhmi Hone To Bach Jawe Sajjad Diya Taliya'n

Picking up the sharp stones, She fills her lap with them. Zahra says, 'So that Sajjad's palms May be saved from being wounded further'

Adh Raat Nu Wakhriya Mittiya Te Ae Aakh Ke Bose Dendiye Kham Surat Mere Baabe Da Is Khaak Te Eddiya Ragdega Mere Puttar Da Puttar Jawaan

In the middle of the night, on separate soil, She says this and kisses it: 'The beautiful face of my father, Will rub against this dust, My son's young son'

Ae Ghurbat Sirf Rubab Di Ae Reta De Teele Labndene Nayi Turbat Labni Asghar Di Jeewe Asghar Poshida Ae Mere Qabar Da Paak Nishaan

This loneliness belongs only to Rubab. She searches the mounds of sand, She cannot find the grave of Asghar, Just as Asghar is hidden, The pure sign of my grave

Dhi Paak Rasool Di Karam Kare Har Matami Nu Aabaad Rakhe Ghazi Diya Baba De Sadqe Karbal Dikhlawe Matami Nu Akbar Shabbir Di Maa

May the daughter of the pure Prophet show mercy, May she keep every mourner prosperous. For the sake of the Ghazi and the father, May she show Karbala to the mourner, Akbar, the Mother of Shabbir