Thy Dad preferred to save us from straying in sins
He himself suffered too much to redeem us from sins
Thy husband too preferred to suffice first his own slayer
Thy each son too, for bliss of Allah, opted to face his slayer
Redeem us from grief soon by lending your hand
O’Zehra, just for your sons, now lend your hand
Put aside our grief, beg Allah, to bless us
In the names of your sons, just exalt us
Now recollect the names of the thirsty ones
They recollection of them, would remind us thy sad ones
The pauper at they door, did come, with some motive
By grace of God, ask why I stood here with what motive
To say, “Be-off,” to the pauper, is not thy nature
As you have been, open-handed to all, by nature
Be merciful to all, spare our lapses, with assent
One who apprises one’s lapses, with self-ascent
Pay heed to the poor now, the spouse of Haider
Be like Sara and Maryam, and help with nerves tender
Even enemy in the guise of poor, returned cheery
Set-aside my misery, let me depart, most cheery
The grief agonies me and imperils my destiny
Your blissful solace alone could change my destiny
How thy fellow mortals could be void of your help
Where even a pauper went back contented with your help
You could ordain fate to free me from grief
“What holds back you to do away all my grief”
To entreat formals is not my usual nature
To entreat other than you is to torment my nature
The Prophet has endowed us with such a faith
That has guided us, how to stand firm with our faith
You often saved us from looming distress
Even your vision did set aside our distress
When we were poor-spirited you infused us with comfort
When in misery, you quickly, did away our discomfort
I still recall, Zainab’s holding fast your hand
Like her, bless our fate, with your own hand
The pauper, could desire nothing, at alien’s door
I could desire only, where angels do bless at the door
My time is, out of joint, bless me for ease and comfort
Let us entreat God, to soothe us with cheery comfort
My inner-self induced me, to seek your blessings
Was hard hit by needs and ordeals, strew soon your blessings
Now I have set aside my entreaties, as I feel now blessed
And feel fully appeased and pleased with soul blessed.
