TRANSLATION

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

One day will come, by Zainab’s prayers,

When every home will be adorned with your flag, O Abbas.

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

Lady Zahra and Zainab both arrive for your Ziyarat

On the eight of Muharram, when your flag is raised

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

When the coffin of Shabbir (Imam Hussain) is lifted, O Ghazi,

Even ahead of it, walks your flag

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

What pain was it that broke Imam Hussain, O Ghazi?

One was the sorrow of Zainab — and the other was your martyrdom.

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

Was it the banner of battle — or Zainab’s only hope?

How will the grief in Zainab’s heart ever lessen?

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

In the bazaar, in the prison, and in every cruel court —

Zainab’s very breath carried your name.

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

Her hope in you shattered when the water ran out

Was your soul in your chest, or in the waterskin you carried?

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high

Your voice, O Abbas, is forever tied to Hussain’s call

And Rehaan (the poet)’s pen is tied to Abbas’s name.

As long as our hearts are in our chests, we will never forget your sorrow

Come look O my Ghazi – your flag is raised high