Wasiyat e Bibi Fatima Zehra

Parda e Shab Me Meri Mayyat Uthaana Ya Ali

Carry my funeral bier in the veil of the night, O Ali.

Pasliya Tori Gayi Kayse Ye Batlaungi Me Hashr Ke Maydaan Me Bhi Is Haal Me Aungi Me Haath Pehlu Se Na Tum Mera Hatana Ya Ali

How my ribs were broken, I will tell you this. Even in the field of Judgment Day, I will come in this state. Do not remove your hand from my side, O Ali.

Woh Musibat Aap Ne Acha Huwa Dekhi Nahi Ab Me Seedhe Haath Se Tasbih Hi Parh Sakti Nahi Aysa Qunfuz Ne He Mara Taaziyana Ya Ali

It is good that you did not see that calamity. Now I cannot even recite the Tasbih with my right hand. Qunfuz struck such a lash, O Ali.

Kehti He Zainab Ye Mujse Dekh Kar Chehra Mera Aap Ke Rukhsaar Par Ye Neel He Kaysa Para Me-Ne Khaya He Tamacha Mat Batana Ya Ali

Zainab asks me, looking at my face, 'How did this bruise appear on your cheek?' I have eaten a slap, do not tell her, O Ali.

Taziyane Ki Aziyyat Ka Uthaana Ek Taraf Woh Tamache, Qatl-e-Mohsin, Dar Jalana Ek Taraf Sab Se Mushkil Tha Magar Darbar Jana Ya Ali

The agony of the lash is one thing; Those slaps, the murder of Mohsin, and the burning of the door are another. But the most difficult was going to the court, O Ali.

Jab Meri Talqeen Parhna Yaad Kar Lena Zara Dar Ke Ghir Ne Se Mera Bazu Bhi He Tuta Huwa Mere Shano Ko Zara Dheere Hilana Ya Ali

When you recite my funeral prayers, remember this: Because of the crushing of the door, my arm is also broken. Move my shoulders gently, O Ali.

Chahe Aa Jaye Qayamat, Mujh Se Ye Waada Karo Jab Talak Maula Mere Shabbir Ki Marzi Na Ho Tab Talak Mera Janaza Mat Uthaana Ya Ali

Even if the Day of Judgment arrives, promise me this: Until my Maula Shabbir gives his consent, Do not lift my funeral bier, O Ali.

Jab Se Aayi Hun Palat Kar Fikr He Mujh Ko Yahi Me Toh Parde Me Gaye Phir Bhi Za'eefa Ho Gayi Be-Rida Darbar He Zainab Ko Jana Ya Ali

Ever since I returned, this is my worry: I went into the veil, yet I have become frail. Zainab has to go to the court unveiled, O Ali.

Karbala Me Jab Mere Mazloom Par Khanjar Chale Pyaas Ke Aalam Me Wo Ghazi Ko Jab Awaaz De Me Bhi Aungi Waha Par, Tum Bhi Aana Ya Ali

When the dagger runs on my oppressed one in Karbala, And in the state of thirst he calls out to the Ghazi, I will also come there, you come too, O Ali.

Haath Pehlu Par Rakhe, Boli Takallum Fatima Me Dua Karti Hun Tum Aameen Keh Dena Zara Jald Aaye Mere Mehdi Ka Zamana, Ya Ali

With her hand on her side, Takallum, Fatima spoke: 'I am praying, you say Amen: May the time of my Mahdi come soon, O Ali.'