Tu Padhta Jaa Qur'aan

Har Simt Tamashayi Hai Khade, Meri Aankhein Hai Hairaan

Spectators stand on every side, my eyes are bewildered.

Himmat De, Sabr De, Taqat De Allah Mere Bhai Tujhko Tu Sura E Kahf Jo Padhta Hai Sunte Hai Tamashayi Tujhko Bat Jaata Hai Kuch Pal Ke Liye, Kufe Walo Ka Dhyaan

May Allah grant you strength, patience, and power, my brother. As you recite Surah al-Kahf, the spectators listen to you, and for a few moments, the attention of the people of Kufa is diverted.

Hai Dil Mein Mere Bus Ek Chubhan Mai Kaun Hu Koi Jaan Na Le Baalo'n Se Chipaye Hu Chehra Kahin Koi Mujhe Pehchaan Na Le Lekin Ye Hai Zehra Ka Kunba, Koi Karta Hai Ailaan

There is only one ache in my heart: that no one should know who I am. I have hidden my face with my hair, lest someone recognize me. But this is the family of Zahra, someone is declaring it aloud.

Kis Haal Mein Hai Teri Maa Jayi Zara Dekh To Le Mujhe Naize Se Meri Pusht Hai Durro Se Chalni Mere Shano Par Hai Neel Pade Kal Tak Mai Jahan Shehzaadi Thi, Wahi Aaj Hai Meri Ye Shaan

Look from the spear and see the state of your sister. My back is riddled with lashes, and my shoulders are bruised. Where I was a princess until yesterday, this is my state today.

Hame Zalim Patthar Marte Hai Sadqo Ki Khajure Phaik Te Hai Azaad Kiya Tha Humne Jinhe Wahi Aaj Tamasha Dekhte Hai Jis Simt Nigaah Uthati Hu, Meri Maut Ke Hai Samaan

The oppressors pelt us with stones and throw dates as charity. Those whom we had liberated are the ones watching this spectacle today. Wherever I turn my gaze, I see the instruments of my death.

Hum Apne Shikasta Kaandho Par Sou(100) Karbobalaye Leke Chale Ye Zulm Bhi Koi Kam To Nahi Ek Rassi Hai Aur 12 Gale Meri Khatir Rabb Se Maang Dua, Mujhe Jaana Hai Zindaan

On our broken shoulders, we carry a hundred Karbalas. This oppression is no small thing: one rope, and twelve necks. Pray to the Lord for my sake, for I must go to the prison.

Ghaazi Ka Alam Mere Saath Me Hai Akbar Ki Azaa'n Mere Saath Me Hai Hai Shaam E Ghareeba Aankho Me Khaimo Ka Dhua Mere Saath Me Hai Pardes Mein Humko Ummat Ne, Kya Khoob Rakha Mehmaan

Ghazi's standard is with me, and Akbar's Adhan is with me. The evening of the homeless is in my eyes, and the smoke of the tents is with me. How well the Ummah has hosted us in this foreign land.

Mere Phool Mere Nauras Gunche Hai Aaj Sina Ki Shakho'n Par Wo Qasim O Akbar Ke Sar Hai Wo Aun O Mohammad Wo Asghar Taqdeer Ne Khoob Sajaye Hai, Naizo Pe Mere Armaan

My flowers, my fresh buds, are today upon the branches of spears. Those are the heads of Qasim and Akbar, of Aun, Muhammad, and Asghar. Fate has beautifully adorned my desires upon the spears.

Awaaz Ka Parda Reh Jaye Bolungi Ali Ke Lehje Mein Sab Dekhle Baate Karti Hai Zainab Bhi Wali Ke Lehje Mein Miljayega Teri Tilawat Se, Mere Khutbo Ko Unwaan

May the veil of my voice remain; I will speak in the tone of Ali. Let everyone see that Zainab also speaks in the tone of the Wali. Through your recitation, my sermons will find their theme.

Sajjad Ke Dil Se Puche Koi Hai Kaisi Qayamat Ki Ye Ghadi Hatho Me Hai Jiske Hathkadiya Payro Mein Hai Dohri Bedi Padi Beemar Ne Langar Pehna Hai, Insaaf Kare Insaan

Let someone ask Sajjad's heart what kind of apocalyptic moment this is. He who has handcuffs on his hands and double shackles on his feet; the sick one wears a collar—let humanity judge this.

Aye Nayyar O Amir Aati Hai Reh Reh Ke Azakhano Se Sadaa Zainab Ki Tamanna Hai Matam Aur Aasu Hai Zehra Ki Dua Paigham Tera Pohchayenge, Ghar Ghar Tere Nauhakhwan

O Nayyar and Amir, the call comes repeatedly from the mourning halls. Zainab's desire is the mourning, and tears are Zahra's prayer. Your reciters will carry your message to every home.