Shagan Manawan

Shagna Di Mehndi Wich Maa, Hanjwaan Nu Ghool Ke Aakhay, Tere Shaghan Manawan Qasim, Kiwein Sehrawan De Pyasay, Riya Khaimiyaan Wich Na Pani, Kiwein Mehndi Ghool Liyawan..

In the wedding henna, the mother dissolves her tears and says, 'I celebrate your wedding rites, Qasim, but how do I prepare the garland for the thirsty? There is no water left in the tents, how can I dissolve the henna?'

Inna Ataina Wali, Kausar Da Boha Man Ke, Kis Khaimiyo Qasim Toraan, Baraat Te Janji Tere, Lailatul Qadar Da Wehra, Kehra Khaimay Putar Banawaan..

Believing in the door of Kausar, from which tent should I send you off, Qasim? Your wedding procession and guests are here; in this courtyard of the Night of Power, from which tent should I prepare my son as a bridegroom?

Si Phul Barsan Da Wela, Jadon Lara Ban Wich Aaya, Aidhey Tukriyaan Te Ummat Ne, Aidhey Shaghan Da Jashan Manaya, Te Sir Te Kitiyaan Lokaan, Teraan Pathraan Di Chawaan..

It was a time for showering flowers when the bridegroom entered the battlefield; instead, the Ummah celebrated this wedding by tearing him into pieces, and upon his head, the people cast a shade of stones.

Meri Teraan Saal Di Mehnat, Wich Karbal Rang Le Aayi, Tainu Deen Dua Waan Banra, Khatoon-E-Janat Aayi, Kawe Zakhmi Pehlu Dadi, Tainu Banra Aap Banawaan..

My thirteen years of effort have borne fruit in Karbala; the Lady of Paradise has come to bless you as a bridegroom. Your grandmother, with her wounded side, says, 'I will prepare you as a bridegroom myself.'

Mehndi Nu Rang Charhaway, Akbar Da Zakhmi Seena, Khushiyaan Da Rang Wadhaway, Asghar Da Teer Te Hasna, Baraat Nu Rasta Dassan, Ghazi Diyaan Katiyaan Bawaan..

Akbar's wounded chest gives color to the henna; Asghar's smile at the arrow enhances the color of joy; Ghazi's severed arms show the way for the wedding procession.

Tainu Jang Di Deen Ijazat, Taveez E Hasan Le Aayi, Main Veer Hussain Te Zainab, Di Saan Bewah Bharjayi, Mera Adab Hamaish Nibhaya, Aina Dowaan Bhain Bhirawaan..

The permission for war has been granted to you, bringing the amulet of Hasan; I was the widowed sister-in-law of brother Hussain and Zainab. You always maintained my respect, O brother and sister.

Akbar Aye Wain Si Maa Da, Tere Piyo Di Qabar Te Ja Ke, Dewaan Gi Tera Pursa, Teri Jang Da Haal Suna Ke, Ik Wari Qaid Nibha Ke, Main Watan Te Wapis Jawaan..

This is the lament of the mother, Akbar; going to your father's grave, I will offer condolences for you, recounting the tale of your battle. After enduring captivity, I will return to my homeland.