Aaram Kahan
Qishte Aalam May Zainab Ko Bhala, Aaram Kahan
Qatl Shabbir Bhi Abbas Bhi Akbar Bhi Huve
Shabbir, Abbas, And Akbar Have All Been Slain
Kat Gaye Aun-O-Mohamad Ke Bhi Maqtal May Galay
The Throats Of The Sons Of Muhammad Have Been Cut In The Battlefield
Laasha-E-Ibne Hassan Ho Gaya Paamale Jafa
The Body Of The Son Of Hassan Has Become The Target Of Oppression
Teer Jab Asghar-E-Masoom Ki Gardan Pe Laga
When The Arrow Struck The Innocent Asghar'S Neck
Deti Thi Qaime Ke Dar Pe Khadi Bano Ye Sada
The Noble Ladies Standing At The Tent Door Were Raising This Cry
Bin Tere Chain Mily Kaise Mere Mahelakha
How Can I Find Peace Without You, My Beloved?
Chid Gayi Mashke Sakina Labe Darya Afsos
Sakina'S Water-Skin Has Been Pierced, Alas, On The Bank Of The River
Be-Kafn Khaak Pe Hai Sher Ka Laasha Afsos
The Lion'S (Abbas) Body Lies Without A Shroud On The Ground
Pyase Bachon Ka Koi Chahne Wala Na Raha
There Remained No One To Care For The Thirsty Children
Chin Gayi Sar Se Rida Jal Gaya Asbaab Tamaam
The Veil Was Snatched From Their Heads, And All Their Belongings Were Burned
Bade Shabbir Na-Mudaar Huvi Kaisi Ye Shaam
What A Shameful Evening It Was For The Great Shabbir
Khoon Kano Se Baha Bachi Ka Daman Bhi Jala
Sakina'S Dress Was Burned And Blood Flowed From Her Ears
Sar Shaheedo Ke Sare Nauke Sina Qaid Haram
The Heads Of The Martyrs Are Stuck On The Spears, Confined
Ek Do Ka Nahi Seene May Bahattar Ka Hai Gham
Not One Or Two, But The Grief Of Seventy-Two
Bediyan Pehne Huve Laaghiro Beemar Chala
The Imprisoned, Sick Ones Are Walking In Chains
Koi Maara Gaya Talwar Se Naize Se Koi
Some Were Killed By The Sword, Some By The Spear
Laash Maqtal May Kisi Dulha Ki Pamaal Hui
The Corpse Of Someone'S Husband Was Desecrated In The Battlefield
Hogaye Bazu-E-Abbase Alamdar Juda
The Arms Of The Standard-Bearer Abbas Have Been Severed
Ro Ro Kehti Hai Sakina Mere Ammu Aao
Crying, Sakina Says, "My Uncle, Come"
Mujko Maare Na Layeen Aake Inhe Samjhao
"Don'T Let Them Hit Me, Come And Make Them Understand"
Kyun Nahi Sunte Ho Deti Hoo Tumhe Kabse Sada
"Why Don'T You Listen, I'Ve Been Calling You For So Long"
Qafela Jaata Hai Aab Shaam Ke Baazaro May
The Caravan Is Now Going Through The Markets Of Damascus
Chalte Hai Ahle Haram Zulm Ke Angaro May
The Ahlul Bayt Are Walking On The Embers Of Oppression
Har Kadam Hoti Hai Beemar Par Ek Taaza Jafa
With Every Step, A New Oppression Is Inflicted On The Sick Ones
Bache Jo Khaak Pe Girte Hai Kuchal Jaate Hai
The Children Who Fall To The Ground Are Trampled Upon
Gham Se Dil Ma-On Ke Seene Se Nikal Jaate Hai
With Grief, They Are Being Pushed Out Of The Mothers' Arms
Koi Sunta Nahi Bewaon Ki Faryad-O-Buka
No One Is Listening To The Wailing And Cries Of The Widows