Ujjar Gaya Hai

Shaame Gharibaan Jalte Khaima, (Yaas Ka Aalam) Koi Yahaan Karta Tha Noha (Aur Koi Matam) Naade Ali Parhne Lagi Zainab (Dasht Mein Jis Dam) Haay, Fizza Ne Kiya Marsiya

The Evening of the Strangers (Shaam-e-Ghariban). Burning tents, a world of despair. Some were reciting dirges here, others were mourning. When Zainab began to recite 'Naade Ali' in that desert, alas, Fizza recited the elegy.

Subhe Daham Se Asr Ke Hangame Balaa Tak Baiyat Se Chali Baat To Aapohnchi Rida Tak Zainab Ko Yaqeen Hogaya

From the morning of the tenth to the time of calamity at Asr, the matter that began with the pledge of allegiance reached the veil (Rida). Zainab became certain.

Roti Rahi Woh Alqama Aur Pyaase Rahe Hum Saadat Ne Paya Yahaan Har Lamha Naya Gham Har Zakhm Par Aisa Laga

The Alqama (river) kept weeping, and we remained thirsty. The Prophet's progeny found a new grief here at every moment. On every wound, it felt as if...

Kya Waqt Tha Pardes Mein Aulaade Nabi Par Khaime Se Jo Marne Chale Ham Shakle Payambar Shabbir Ne Ro Kar Kaha

What a time it was for the Prophet's children in a foreign land. When the one who resembled the Prophet (Ali Akbar) walked from the tent to die, Shabbir wept and said...

Is Se Bari Ab Aur Kya Aayegi Qayaamat Khud Baap Le Kar Aagaya Jab Bete Ki Mayyit Ro Kar Pukaari Karbala

What greater Day of Judgment could come than this? When the father himself brought the corpse of his son. Weeping, Karbala cried out...

Ujre Nahin Pardes Mein Yun Kunba Kisi Ka Matam Huwa Jab Dasht Mein Abbase Jari Ka Roya Alam Royi Wafa

No one's family has been ruined in a foreign land like this. When the mourning for the brave Abbas took place in the desert, the standard wept, and Loyalty (Wafa) wept.

Auno Muhammad Hogaye Maqtoole Jafa Jab Beton Ke Laashe Dekh Ke Ye Kehti Thi Zainab Lo Dekhlo Aakar Zara

When Aun and Muhammad were martyred by cruelty, seeing the corpses of her sons, Zainab used to say: 'Come and see, just look.'

Aqa Tumhaare Laal Pe Jab Chalta Tha Khanjar Royi Zameene Karbala Ye Marsiya Parh Kar Ya Mustafa Ya Fatima

Master, when the dagger was drawn across your son's throat, the land of Karbala wept, reciting this elegy: 'O Mustafa, O Fatima.'

Ab Na Yahaan Shabbir Hai Na Baaqi He Lashkar Bas Karbala Ki Khaak He Aur Aale Payambar Ehle Haram Ki He Buka

Now neither Shabbir is here, nor does any army remain. There is only the dust of Karbala and the Prophet's family. The cries of the women of the household (Ehle Haram) remain.

Ab "Mazhar-O-Irfan" Ke Aayi He Labon Par Jo Baat Fizza Ne Kahi Is Jalti Zameen Par Hojaaye Ye Dunya Fanaa

Now, on the lips of "Mazhar" and "Irfan" come the words that Fizza spoke on this burning earth: 'May this world be destroyed.'