Shah Jab Lasha E Beshaeer Ko Hathon Pe Leyay

Khainch Kr Teer Phir Ek Bar Shah E Deen Chaly Lash Uthaye Howy Jab Khaimay Ke Dar Per Pohnchaya Parda Khaimay Ka Hataty Howy Kuch Dare Rukay Yaad Jab Aye Sakina To Yay Keh Kr Paltay

Pulling out the arrow, the King of Faith walked once more, Carrying the body, he reached the door of the tent. He paused for a while as he lifted the tent's curtain, When he remembered Sakina, he turned back saying:

Ghum Se Mar Jayege Jab Samny Ayege Behan Bhai Ka Zakhmi Gala Dekh Na Payege Behan

She will die of grief when she comes before me, My sister will not be able to bear the sight of her brother's wounded throat.

Agaye Lasha Leyay Khaimon Ke Pechy Shah E Deen Bolay Asghar Ke Taraf Dekh Ke Aye Mery Haseen Kash Ke Hum Bhe Tere Sath He Mar Jaty Wahe Haye Itna To Tujhe Teer Ne Bhe Mara Nahi

The King of Faith came behind the tents with the body, Looking at Asghar, he said, 'Oh my beautiful one, I wish I had died there with you, Alas, even the arrow did not strike you as hard as this (grief).'

Run Main Mara Hai Tujhe Garm Hawa Ne Jitna Moun Khula Reh Gaya Pyasa Tha Na Jane Kitna

The hot winds of the battlefield have struck you so much, Your mouth remained open; who knows how thirsty you were.

Shiddat E Dhop Wo Sehra Ke Tapish Loo Ke Chubhan Qabar Talwar Se Jab Khod Chukay Shah E Zaman Ro Ke Kehny Lagy Phela Ke Abba Ka Daman Kahn Yay Jalti Zameen Aur Kahn Nazuk Sa Badan

The intensity of the sun, the desert's heat, the stinging hot winds, When the King of the Age had finished digging the grave with his sword, Weeping, he spread his cloak and said, 'Where is this burning ground, and where is this delicate body?'

Kabhe Choma Kabhe Sene Se Lagaya Lasha Baap Ne Qabar Main Rakh Rakh Ke Uthaya Lasha

Sometimes he kissed the body, sometimes he held it to his chest, The father kept placing the body in the grave and lifting it back up.

Ya Ali Keh Ke Jo Phir Qabar Main Lasha Rakha Maa Na Ajaye Kaye Bar Yay Uth Kr Dekha Paon Ke Simt Se Tadfeen Ka Aghar Keya Tan Chupaty Howy Jab Hath Galy Tak Pohncha

Saying 'Ya Ali', when he placed the body in the grave again, He stood up many times to check if the mother was coming. He began the burial from the direction of the feet, As he was covering the body, his hand reached the throat.

Bosa Besheer Ke Gardan Ka Bari Dare Leya Khak Main Chahra Chupaty Howy Moun Pher Leya

He kissed the infant's neck for a long time, And as he hid the face in the dust, he turned his head away.

Sar Charhaye Gaye Jab Naizon Pe Ak Sar Na Mila Khak Main Naiza Garhaty Howy Zalim Nikla Dhondty Dhondty Wo Khaimay Ke Pechy Pohncha Mar Kar Neza Jo Khaincha To Badan Sath Aya

When the heads were raised on spears, one head was missing, The tyrant came out, thrusting his spear into the dust. Searching and searching, he reached behind the tents, When he struck the spear and pulled, the body came with it.

Run Main Jab Umme Rubab Aye Yay Manzar Dekha Apny Bachy Ka Badan Nok E Sina Per Dekha

When Umme Rubab came to the battlefield and saw this scene, She saw her child's body on the tip of a spear.

Haye Zeeshan O Raza Zulm Yahn Bhe Na Ruka Jab Taraptay Howy Beeshir Ke Maa Ko Dekha Usne Naizay Se Badan Khainch Ke Matti Pe Rakha Samny Maa Ke Gala Kat Deya Asghar Ka Yay Laien Jane Ya Maa Jane Ya Jane Asghar Neza Us Sar Main Peroya Tha Ya Phir Naizay Main Sar

Alas, Zeeshan and Raza, the cruelty did not stop even here, When he saw the mother of the writhing infant, He pulled the body from the spear and placed it on the dirt, And in front of the mother, he cut Asghar's throat. Only this cursed one knows, or the mother knows, or Asghar knows, Whether the spear was pierced into that head, or the head into the spear.