Shahid Baltistani: Wada Karo Ay Behan Zainab (As) Kalam

Ahsaan Mujper Itna Karo, Mere Sirhane Baythi Raho Kya Sochti Ho Mujse Kaho Meri Wasiyat Bhi Sunti Raho Tum Mujko Rolo Mere Saamne Kal Se Ye Aasu Chupaogi Naa

Do me this favor, keep sitting by my head Tell me what you are thinking, and keep listening to my final will You may cry before me, but from tomorrow, will you hide these tears?

Jab Bekasi Ke Maahol Per Shaame Garibaan Chane Lage Nana Ki Ummat Jab Aye Behen Khayme Hamare Jalane Lage Jal Jaaye Masnad Meri Magar Aabid Ko Mere Bachaaogi Naa

When the atmosphere of helplessness covers the night of the homeless (Shaam-e-Ghariban) When the Ummah of the Prophet starts burning our tents, O Sister My prayer mat may burn, but will you save my Abid?

Nazdeek Mere Aao Zara Dekho Na Sunnle Sakina Kahi Jaaogi Jab Qayd Khane Me Tum Bichdegi Tumse Ye Bacchi Wahi Zindaan Me Tum Bandhe Haath Se Kabre Sakina Banaaogi Naa

Come closer to me, ensure Sakina doesn't hear When you go into captivity, this child will be separated from you In the prison, with your bound hands, will you build a grave for Sakina?

Begor Hoga Mera Badan Khaake Shifa Hogi Mera Kafan Dekho Rona Nahi Chayn Khona Nahi Tumko Mil Jaaye Chadar Ye Hona Nahi Tum Apni Chadar Pyaari Behen Khaake Shifa Ko Banaaogi Naa

My body will be without a shroud, the dust of Karbala will be my shroud Look, do not cry, do not lose your patience, this must not happen that you receive a shroud O dear sister, will you make the dust of Karbala your shroud instead?

Apne Hi Haatho Pe Laaya Tha Mai Lasha Hasan Ka Teero Bhara Mayyat Ki Bhai Se Rote Hue Tumne Nikale The Teere Jafa Waise Hi Mere Laashe Se Tum Teero Ko Aaker Nikalogi Naa

I had brought the body of Hasan, filled with arrows, on my own hands You had pulled the arrows of tyranny from your brother's corpse while weeping In the same way, will you come and pull the arrows from my corpse?

Aankho Me Uske Kayi Khwab Hai Tum Jaanti Ho Wa Hassaz Hai Jo Muntazir Hai Dehliz Per Usko Judaai Ka Ehsaas Hai Zainab Hamari Majburiya Sughra Ko Jaaker Bataaogi Naa

In her eyes are many dreams, you know she is sensitive She who is waiting at the threshold, she has a sense of separation Zainab, will you go and tell Sughra about our helplessness?

Sunkar Wasiyat Shabbir Ki Haaye Takallum Wo Roti Rahi Armaan Awaaze Ibne Ali Ye Kehte Kehte Thamsi Gayi Pyaaso Ko Pani Pilaaogi Naa Farshe Aza Tum Bichaogi Naa

Hearing the will of Shabbir, alas, Takallum kept weeping The voice of the son of Ali faded away while saying this Will you give water to the thirsty? Will you lay out the carpet of mourning?