Wa muhamada wa musibata binte fatema dar badar phiri

Sheh ka sar kata, ran mei bekhata, binte fatema dar badar phiri

O Muhammad, what a tragedy – the daughters of Fatima are being paraded in the streets

Imam was innocently beheaded in the battlefield – the daughters of Fatima are being paraded in the streets 

Dekh kar jise, mehr tak chupe, Be rida kare ay falak usse

Roohe Mustafa, Jaane Murtaza, binte fatema dar badar phiri

The one who was the definition of modesty had her veil taken off

The soul of the Prophet, Beloved of Ali  – the daughters of Fatima are being paraded in the streets

Sar pe sheh nahi, Mujtaba nahi, Murtaza nahi Mustafa Nahi

Ho ke be nawa, Kyu na phir bhala, binte fatema dar badar phiri

Nobody is left around Hussain, Hasan, Ali or the Prophet

Being alone, why shouldn’t she weep  – the daughters of Fatima are being paraded in the streets

Zalzale mei ho, Kyu na nainawa, Kyu na phir hile dashte kerbala! 

Haaye fauj ki, Chheen le rida, binte fatema dar badar phiri

Why shouldn’t the land of Karbala shake and tremble

The oppressors are removing the veils from the ladies – the daughters of Fatima are being paraded in the streets

Dam ghuta huwa, Dil rundha huwa, Ghar luta huwa Sar Khula Huwa!

Chehre pe male, Khaake kerbala, Binte fatema dar badar Phiri

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Garde gham se mu, Sab ata huwa, dekhe bhai ka Sar Kata Huwa!

Shehre shaam mai, Ho ke be rida, Binte fatema dar badar phiri

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