Zakhmi Hai Bahut Akbar

Ek Shor Hai Ek Taraf Zaeefi Hai Ek Taraf Jawani Hai Ek Bap Ny Bety Ki Ab Laash Uthani Hai Mola Mola Mola Mola Mola Mola Mola

There is a clamor, On one side is old age, On the other is youth, A father must now lift the body of his son, Mola, Mola, Mola, Mola, Mola, Mola, Mola.

Zakhmi Hai Bahut Gaiso’on Wala Na Uthy Ga Tanha Ali Akbar Ka Janaza Na Uthy Ga Abbas Ko Dariya Sy Bula Lijiye Mola

The one with the beautiful locks is too wounded to be lifted, The funeral bier of Ali Akbar cannot be lifted alone, Call Abbas from the river, Mola.

Akbar Ky Kalaijy Mein Sinaan Toot Gai Hai Ya Shah E Zamaan Aap Sy Bas Arz Yehi Hai Seeny Sy Nigahon Ko Hata Lijiye Mola

The spear has broken inside Akbar's chest, O King of the Age, my only request to you is this, Turn your gaze away from his chest, Mola.

Ghar Mein To Jawan Lash Ko Ly Jana Parhy Ga Ek Aur Ali Aap Ki Imdad Kary Ga Sajjad Jo Ghash Mein Hai Jaga Lijiye Mola

The young body must be carried into the tent, Another Ali will assist you, Wake Sajjad, who is in a faint, Mola.

Sar Peet’ti Khaimy Sy Nikal Ayen Gi Woh Bhi Marta Isy Dekhen Gi To Mar Jayen Gi Woh Bhi Is Zakhm Ko Zainab Sy Chupa Lijiye Mola

They too will come out of the tent, beating their heads, If they see him dying, they too will die, Hide this wound from Zainab, Mola.

Wazni Hai Yeh Lasha Dar E Khaibar Sy Zyada Quwat Yahan Darkar Hai Haider Sy Zyada Ya Zahra Kahen Aur Utha Lijiye Maola

This body is heavier than the gate of Khaibar, More strength is required here than even Haider possessed, Or perhaps call Zahra to help lift him, Mola.

Beta Yeh Haseen Ap Ka Zehra Ka Gull E Tar Hota Hai Juda Aap Sy Ham Shakal E Payambar Ek Bar Kalaijy Sy Laga Lijiye Maula

This beautiful son of yours, the fresh flower of Zahra, The one who resembles the Prophet is being separated from you, Hold him to your chest one last time, Mola.

Irfan O Raza Hai Yehi Is Dill Ki Tamanna Mimbar Py Haram Ky Parhy Akbar Ka Yeh Noha Rozy Py Hamen Phir Sy Bula Lijiye Mola

Irfan and Raza, this is the desire of this heart, That this Noha of Akbar be recited from the pulpit of the Haram, Call us to your shrine once again, Mola.