masnad luti jo shahe falak ke bargaah ki
haatho se dil ko tham ke zainab ne aah ki

ul tha kaha chhipe nahi jaahe panah ki
fariyad hain, duhayi hai sher e alah ki

aaka tumhari ahal-e-haram lute jaate hai
yaa sher-e-haq bachav ke hum lute jaate hai

The throne of heavens plundered, in that sacred court,
Zaynab clutched her heart, a mournful retort.
Where could they hide, no refuge to be found?
A cry for help, a plea to Lion, renowned.

Master, your sacred family, they are being robbed,
Oh Lion of Truth, save us, our spirits throbbed.