Shahzada e Ali Akbar

Din Ro Ke Guzarta Hai Aur Raat Bhi Matam Mein Jazbaat Likhe Sare Sughra Ne Tere Ghum Mein Khat Aaya Hai Sughra Ka Karti Hai Behan Noha Khat Aaya Hai Sughra Ka Karti Hai Behan Noha Haan Tere Liye Bhaiyya Ghar Ho Gaya Weera'n

The days pass in weeping, And the nights in mourning. Sughra has written all her emotions, In the sorrow of your loss. A letter has arrived from Sughra, The sister is lamenting. A letter has arrived from Sughra, The sister is lamenting. Yes, for your sake, brother, The house has become desolate.

Is Ghar Mein Umeedo Ke Jalte Hain Diye Bhaiyya Kyun Karbobala Jake Tum Bhool Ge Waada Ghar Lout Ke Ajao Ab Aur Na Tadpao Sughra Pe Taras Khao Mai Tum Pe Hun Qurba'n

In this house, the lamps of hope Are still burning, brother. Why, after going to Karbala, Did you forget your promise? Return home, Do not torment me anymore. Have mercy on Sughra, I am a sacrifice for you.

Behno Ka Sahara To Hote Hain Sada Bhai Behno Ki Nigaho Mein Rehte Hain Sada Bhai Aankho Mein Tera Chahra Phirta Hai Mere Bhaiyya Khaali Hai Tera Hujra Behna Hai Paresha'n

Brothers are always The support of their sisters. In the eyes of their sisters, Brothers always remain. Your face, my brother, Keeps appearing before my eyes. Your room is empty, Your sister is distressed.

Yeh Socha Tha Sughra Ne Dulhan Teri Laungi Mai Neg Bhi Mangungi Mehandi Bhi Lagaungi Tu Lout Ke Na Aaya Dil Toot Gaya Mera Phir Khaak Hue Bhaiyya Is Dil Ke Sab Armaa'n

Sughra had thought, I will bring your bride. I will ask for my gifts, I will apply the henna. You did not return, My heart has broken. Then, brother, all the desires Of this heart turned to dust.

Ek Saal Huwa Bhaiyya Chehra Na Tera Dekha Is Baat Pe Roti Hoon Sehra Na Tera Dekha Duhan Jo Kabhi Lana Mujhko Bhi Bula Lena Tum Bhool Nahi Jana Rakh Lena Mera Maan

It has been a year, brother, I have not seen your face. I weep over this fact, That I did not see your wedding procession. Whenever you bring a bride, Call me too. Do not forget, Keep my honor.

Kaano Mein Mere Aayi Awaz e Azaa'n Akbar Mein Rote Hue Pohchi Tab Nana Ke Roze Per Karbal Se Hawa Aayi Yeh Sath Khabar Laee Akbar Ne Sinaa Khayi Hai Bar Sare Maidaan

In my ears came The sound of the Adhan, Akbar. I reached, weeping, At the shrine of the Grandfather (Prophet). A wind came from Karbala, It brought this news with it: Akbar has been struck by a spear On the battlefield.

Maqtal Mein Shah e Wala Bas Khaak Udate The Khat Fatima Sughra Ka Akbar Ko Sunate The Yeh Waqeya Jab Likha Lafzo Ne Kiya Girya Bas Khatm Huwa Noha Ay Mazhar o Farhan

In the slaughterhouse, the Noble King Was just scattering dust (in grief). He was reciting the letter of Fatima Sughra To Akbar. When this event was written, The words themselves wept. Thus the lament ended, O Mazhar and Farhan.