Goonjti shaam-e-gharibaan mein yeh zainab ki sada
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goonjti shaam e ghariban mein ye zainab ki sada mera koi na raha
na rahe bhai na bete chin gayi meri rida mera koi na raha
Through the desolate Shaam-e-Ghariban, Zaynab's (as) voice echoed, "I have no one left!"
No brothers, no sons remain; my veil of protection has been torn away! I have no one left!
aasre jis ke behen chod ke aayi thi watan
mere parde ka jisay maa ne banaya zaamin
labe darya mere ghazi ke huwe baazu juda
mera koi na raha
He was the one whose support I, his sister, had relied on, leaving my home country.
He whom my mother (Fatima (as)) had made the guarantor of my modesty and protection.
By the river bank, my valiant Ghazi, Abbas (as), had his arms severed!
I have no one left!
wo jo athara baras noori hijabon mein raha
laut ke aaunga mai jis ne tha sughra se kaha
haye barchi se kaleja mere akbar ka chida
mera koi na raha
He who for eighteen years lived in radiant protection
He who had promised Sughra (as), "I will return!"
Alas! My Akbar's (as) heart was pierced by a spear!
I have no one left!
mera ghazi bhi gaya qasim o akbar bhi gaye
hurr sa mehman bhi gaya ibne mazahir bhi gaye
kis ko ghurbat mein sada doo karbala ye to bata
mera koi na raha
My Ghazi, Abbas (as), is also gone; Qasim (as) and Akbar (as) are also gone!
A guest like Hurr (as) is also gone; Ibn-e-Mazahir (as) is also gone!
In this desolate state, Karbala, tell me, whom shall I call out to?
I have no one left!
maa ne maqtal mein jise dil ko sambhalay bheja
mere qasim ka badan dasht mein pamaal hua
baal khole huwe roti hui laashe pe kaha
mera koi na raha
He whom his mother sent to the battlefield, barely able to hold her own heart together
My Qasim's (as) body was trampled in the desert!
With her hair disheveled, weeping, she cried out over the body…
I have no one left!
wo sakina ke jisay pyaar tha baba se bada
baad baba ke mili jisko tamachon ki saza
dur jo zaalim ne utaare khoon aankhon se baha
mera koi na raha
That Sakina (as), who loved her father so very much!
After her father's Husayn's (as) martyrdom, she was subjected to the punishment of slaps!
When the oppressor snatched her earrings, blood flowed from her eyes!
I have no one left!
goonjti shaam e ghariban mein ye zainab ki sada mera koi na raha
na rahe bhai na bete chin gayi meri rida mera koi na raha
Through the desolate Shaam-e-Ghariban, Zaynab's (as) voice echoed, "I have no one left!"
No brothers, no sons remain; my veil of protection has been torn away! I have no one left!