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Abbas Abbas Abbas Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Beta hai tu Ali ka, Zehra ki tu dua haiShabbir tere aaqa, Ummul-Baneen maan hai

You are the son of Ali, the prayer of ZehraShabbir is your master, and Ummul-Baneen is your mother

Har soorat-o-chalan mein, Haider se na juda haiTa hashar tujh se qayam, dunya mein bas wafa hai

In looks and mannerism you are Haiders copyYou have preserved honor in the world till judgment day

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Teray alam ko thamay, har shakhs keh raha haimazloom-e-Karbala ka, Zainab ka wasta hai

Holding your flag every person saysIn the name of the martyrs of Karbala and Zainab

Pardesi koi aisa, pardes mein na ujraySadqay mein uss ke jis ka, ghar baar lut gaya hai

No stranger in a strange land should be devastatedLike those who sacrificed their household

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Uss waqt jab ke Zainab darbar mein gayi theenQari namaziyon se mehfil saji hui thi

At the time when Zainab, went to the palaceThe court was filled with reciters of Quran and prayer

Zalim yeh poochta tha Ghazi tera kahan haiBaalon se moun chupaye Zainab ye keh rahi theen

The tyrant asked Where is your brave warrior?Covering her face with her hair, Zainab called out Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Taqdeer ke sataye tere dar pe sar jhukayainAshkon ki iltija hum Ghazi tujhe sunayain

Those who are unfortunate, bow at your doorstepWith tears in their eyes they tell you their needs

Beemar saariban kay, zakhmon ka wasta haiJitnay bhi khasta dil hain, Maula shifa woh payain

They ask for the sake of the ailing Imam (Sajjad)Heal those, O master, who are sick

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Dil ki muradain Ghazi, tere alam se payainRoti hui jo mayain, tere alam pe aayain

They get their hearts desires fulfilled at your flagThose crying mothers who come to your flag

Zehra ke dard-e-pahlu ka, deti hain wastaFizza ki kaneezi mein, mera bhi naam aaye

That for the sake of Zehras back painLet our name be put into the servitude of Fizza

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Shaam-e-ghariban main jis, ka kurta jalgaya haiKaanon sai baaliyan bhi, haaye Shimr legaya hai

The one whose shirt was burned on Sham-e-gharibanWhose earrings were snatched by Shimr

Iss bebasi seh Maula, bachchi koyi na tarsayFarsh-e-Aza pay rokar, har dil yeh kehraha hai

O Maula let no little girl ever be so helplessWhen mourning you, every heart prays

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Barchi jighar pay khaaye, Akbar bhi so rahay hainTapti zameen pay Qasim, kay tukray chun rahay hain

With a spear in the heart, lies AkbarOn the scorching sand, Hussain collects the pieces of Qasim

Pakray kamar ko apni, maqtal main dekhtay hainTanha mein rehay gaya hun, ro ro ke keh rahay hain

Holding his weary back, he looks to the battle-fieldI am left all alone, he weeps and calls out

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Jaltay huway hain khaimay, lutthi huwi ridayainSehmay huway hain bachay, Zainab kisay bulayain

The camps are burning, the cloaks are getting snatchedThe children are terrified, who should Zainab turn to

Abbas tum kahaan ho, Abbas tum kahaan hoRo ro ke dil ko thamay, dayti hain ye sadayain

O Abbas where are you, O Abbas where are youWeeping and clutching her heart she cries out

Abbas Abbas Abbas

Abbas Abbas Abbas