Ya Abbas Ya Abbas

Saja Rakhi Thi Darya Par Ajab Baarat Pani Ki Bahot Karte Thay Ashrare Yazidi Baat Pani Ki Magar Darya Pe Pahunche Thokare Maari Chale Aaye Batadi Hazrate Abbas Ne Auqaad Pani Ki Kate Baazu Chidi Mashkeeza Bachi Reh Gayi Pyasi Zameen Pe Khoon Bankar Hogayi Barsaat Pani Ki

A strange wedding procession of water was arranged on the riverbank; the Yazidi villains spoke much of water. But when he reached the river, he kicked it aside and walked away; Hazrat Abbas showed the true worth of water. His arms were severed, the water-skin pierced, the child remained thirsty; on the ground, a rain of blood became the water.

Jahan Bhi Pani-O-Mashk-O-Alam Ki Baat Chali Ali Ke Laal Ke Qadmon Talay Faraat Chali Wafa-E-Ishq-O-Mohabbat Ki Kaayanat Chali Dua-E-Fatima Zehra Bhi Saat Saat Chali Alam Ke Dam Se Hai Ab Tak Hayaat Pani Ki Jari Ki Jeet Hui Aur Maath Pani Ki

Wherever the mention of water, the water-skin, and the standard arises, the Euphrates flows beneath the feet of Ali's son. The universe of loyalty, love, and devotion moves along, and the prayers of Fatima Zahra accompany it. Because of the standard, water still has life; the brave one (Jari) won, and water mourned.

Wo Ek Mashk Jo Kausar Samayt Kar Nikli Labon Pe Apne Samandar Samayt Kar Nikli Tabassum E Ali Asghar Samayt Kar Nikli Jo Ek Zarb Se Laskhar Samayt Kar Nikli Agar Na Kehti Ye Aab E Hayaat Pani Ki Har Ek Nigaah Se Gir Jaati Zaat Pani Ki

That one water-skin which emerged carrying the essence of Kausar, carrying the ocean upon its lips, carrying the smile of Ali Asghar. It dispersed the army with a single strike. If it had not called this the water of life, the very essence of water would have fallen in the eyes of all.

Sakina Bibi Ke Saqqe Ali Ke Laal Salam Jari Sakhi Asad-E-Sher-E-Zuljalaal Salam Wafa Ki Aakhri Hadke Mahay Kamaal Salam Nahi Hai Dono Jahan May Teri Misaal Salam Tere Kate Hue Baazu Nijaat Pani Ki Tere Badan Ka Pasina Zakaat Pani Ki

Peace be upon the Saqqa (water-bearer) of Sakina Bibi, the son of Ali. Peace be upon the brave, generous lion of the Majestic Lord. Peace be upon the ultimate limit of loyalty, the moon of perfection. There is no example of you in both worlds, peace be upon you. Your severed arms are the salvation of water; the sweat of your body is the charity of water.

Himayat-E-Shah-E-Mazloom May Panah Abbas Tabaat-O-Jurrat-O-Ghairat Ki Inteha Abbas Janab-E-Zainab-E-Bekas Ka Aasra Abbas Lab-E-Faraath Fakad Tune Ye Likha Abbas Hamari Tashnalabi Hai Faraath Pani Ki Hayaat Pyason Ki Thairi Wafaat Pani Ki

In the support of the Oppressed King, Abbas is the refuge. Abbas is the ultimate limit of endurance, courage, and honor. Abbas is the support of the helpless Lady Zainab. On the banks of the Euphrates, you alone wrote this, Abbas: 'Our thirst is the Euphrates of water; the life of the thirsty became the death of water.'

Meri Hayaat Ka Samaan Nasir-E-Shabbir Badalta Rehta Hai Jo Kaayanat Ki Taqdeer Faraat-O-Mashq-O-Alam Jis Ki Hashr Tak Jageer Mai Aur Ye Meri Tanzeem Iske Dar Ke Fakheer Bahegi Chasm-E-Aza Se Faraat Pani Ki Chalegi Majlis-O-Matam May Baat Pani Ki

The provision of my life is the helper of Shabbir (Hussain), who constantly changes the destiny of the universe. The Euphrates, the water-skin, and the standard are his inheritance until the Day of Judgment. I and my organization are beggars at his door. The Euphrates of water will flow from the eyes of the mourners; the talk of water will continue in the Majlis and Matam.