Zehra Ko Do Pursa

Karbobala Ke Dasht Mai, Be Aasra Aale Nabi Maare Gaye Ansar Sab, Zakhmi Huwa Ibne Ali Munis Nahi Yawar Nahi, Ghazi Nahi Akbar Nahi Bikhde Pade Hai Jaa Bajaa, Laashe Kahin Aur Sar Kahin Matam Karo Ehle Aza, Ghar Lutgaya Shabbir Ka Purse Ko Aayi Sayyeda, Matam Karo Ehle Aza Pursa Bhare Ghar Ka Hai Yeh, Jo Karbala Mai Lutgaya

In the desert of Karbala, the Prophet's family is left without support. All the companions have been slain, and the son of Ali (Hussain) is wounded. There is no companion, no helper, no Ghazi (Abbas), no Akbar. Scattered everywhere, bodies lie in one place and heads in another. Mourn, O people of grief, the house of Shabbir has been plundered. Sayyeda (Fatima) has come to receive condolences, mourn, O people of grief. This is the condolence for the entire household that was looted in Karbala.

Ik Do Pahar Mei Lutgaya, Makhdum-E-Alam Ka Ghar Kaunain Ki Shahzadiyan, Noha Kuna Hai Nange Sar Tumse Ali Ki Laadli Kehti Hai Yeh Sar Pit Kar

In just a few hours, the house of the Master of the World was plundered. The princesses of both worlds are lamenting, unveiled. Beating her head, Ali's beloved daughter says this to you:

Ai Rone Waalo Kya Kahe, Kaisi Huwi Ham Par Jafaa Kohe-Musibbat Ghir Paraa, Ham Hogaye Be Aasra Har Majlise Shabbir Mai, Aati Hai Zainab Ki Sadaa

O mourners, what can we say, what cruelty has befallen us? A mountain of calamity has collapsed upon us, we have become helpless. In every gathering of Shabbir, the voice of Zainab calls out:

Paamaal Hai Farwaa Ka Dil, Paamaal Qasim Ka Badan Mara Gaya Nawshaah Bhi, Pardes Mai Tashna Dahan Shaale Aza Pehne Huwe, Kehti Hai Ik Shab Ki Dulhan

Farwa's heart is trampled, Qasim's body is trampled. The bridegroom was also killed, thirsty in a foreign land. Wearing the shawl of mourning, the one-night bride says:

Nana Ki Jo Taswir Tha, Rukhsat Huwa Khaakar Sinaa(n) Ik Haath Sine Par Rakhe, Behosh Hai Akbar Ki Maa(n) Zindaa Rahun Kaise Bhalaa, Hai Umme Laila Ki Fughaa(n)

He who was the image of the Prophet departed after being struck by a spear. With one hand placed on her chest, Akbar's mother is unconscious. How can I remain alive? This is the lament of Umm-e-Laila.

Kya Asr Ka Hungaam Tha, Jab Shaah Par Khanjar Chalaa Woh Teraa Zarbe Shimr Ki, Mazlum Ka Sukha Galaa Maadar Ko Dekha Dasht Mai, Aur Zere-Lab Kehne Laga

What a time of Asr it was, when the dagger was struck upon the King (Hussain). That blow of Shimr, upon the parched throat of the oppressed. He saw his mother in the desert, and began to say under his breath:

Shame-Ghariba Aagayi, Karbobala Roti Rahi Jalti Huwi Uss Khaak Par, Baithi Rahi Aale Nabi Dashte Balaa Mai Marsiya. Karti Rahi Binte Ali

The Night of the Homeless (Sham-e-Ghariban) arrived, Karbala kept weeping. On that burning earth, the Prophet's family remained seated. In the desert of calamity, the daughter of Ali kept reciting the elegy.

Hai "Mazhar-O-Irfan" Bhi, Farshe Aza Par Maatami Aankhon Se Jaari Alqama, Purse Ka Hai Haq Toh Yehi Marham Dil-E-Zehra Ka Hai, Nauhagari Sinazani

Mazhar and Irfan are also mourners on the carpet of grief. With tears flowing like the Alqama, this is the true right of condolence. The balm for Zehra's heart is the reciting of dirges and the beating of chests.