آیا محرم غمگیں رہا کر میر تقی میر آیا محرم غمگیں…

Muharram has come with sorrow
Keep the mourning of Ibn Ali
Wherever you are, go and cry everyday.
At last, have shame from the mouth of the Prophet (SAW)

Only autumn is the garden of Imamate
Not good, some sign of yaan.
There is a doomsday on the head of every gal.
O ' my dear, you should also robe yourself.

Take away the offspring of Ali.
Everyone is close to this side.
Listen to the rumors and noise of Karbala
Bow down with sorrow every moment

The nerves have started to grow in the soil.
All the tears have started to be cut
The flowers that are blooming are starting to fall.
When you are cloudy, cry with your heart.

Shabbir and Ahmad grandfather's grandson
For whose sake he did not consolate anything
Kept him thirsty since VII
At last he cut his neck

Baba was not there who used to boobs
He was not a brother who would have courage
There was no son who would carry dead bodies.
Don't die after being so helpless

The stone was the liver of this glass.
I have seen the desolation of Khanma
The son of a young man was born to die.
What has been done by taking up strictly

Nana's Ummah has turned away.
If you keep your hope from whom
Abid is going to see TS.
Whom would he be handed over to the house by calling

When the eyes of Al-Khasa are in her mind
When the doomsday came in the tents
Everyone started crying and Afghans.
What was the use of my head?

Burnt the tent in this situation
Reasons are apparently looted
This house was mourned like this
One went and brought all in the fields

That Natwani of Zain Al-Aba
That limelight at the house.
What did you do without any reason?
Ts torture by showing this to him

He is a crooked person.
The helplessness of the people of Haram
Then the unjust recognition of the oppressors.
Burn the chest by telling the words

We don't understand anything, O foolish ignorant.
By the way, the arms are killer to the throat.
Brother got his poison.
Brought the son and tie him up like this

Namos in his shamelessness
Wealth is the end of the rich.
The people of shameless are among the shameless.
How was it by hiding your eyes

Akbar lost the young man with his hands
Asghar slept in thirsty dock
Eyes were not yours at that time
The moment he went, bathe in the blood

Nine spear water was climbing
The army was his thirsty mother
Justice cruel, what was this sigh?
I plated the spear, then separate the head.

The dust should be like this.
The news which is the most superior.
The one who is his Kasri and Qaiser
Be it a servant or a slave

Azar and Natwani to Abid
Then don't water it with an absolute grain.
No one is sad, dear friend
Whom should I tell you to do my medicine

Sakina is crying after seeing brother.
Whose eyes burn the chest
Then fear of those who had no hatred.
Both the eyes remain together

Qasim's marriage is so good
Filled with henna with iron.
When the candle made the bride cry
Finally moa after burning that breast

Those who were unveiled came unveiled
Burn all the tents of the shrine
Son and nephew cut all of them
What has been done after getting the disease?

I have seen your face, the most amazing
Whom did Rokash Ali get out?
Government should reference it.
Take away the state from him

The same fault of Ali in the house.
The success of the oppressors
Don't worry about your mischief
Whom did you spoil by making whom