Bafaghan gufte Zainab e Mahzoon

Bar sarre naaseh, shaahe Mazlooma

Khwaham ram bar suu e shaam - Ai biradaar jaan

This was the sorrowful lamentation of Lady Zainab

Beating her head lamenting for the king of martyrs

The women are being taken as captives to Syria - my beloved brother 

Bafaghan ghufte layla e muztar

Bar sarr e naashe shehzaad e Akbar 

Ruh e rasheedam, Ayna umeedam, Zehmat kasheedam

This was the sorrowful lamentation of Lady Layla

Beating her head lamenting for her youthful son Ali Akbar

Oh Pure Soul - Oh what grief!  Oh, my hopes and dreams - Oh what grief!  Oh this tribulation  - Oh what grief!

Bafaghan ghufte kulthum e afghar

Bar sarre naashe meer e alamdar

Jaan e Biraadar, Taaje sarre man, Aseero Muztar 

This was the sorrowful lamentation of Lady Kulsum

Beating her head lamenting for her beloved standard bearer

My loving brother - Oh what grief! My head is uncovered - Oh what grief!  We are helpless and captives  - Oh what grief!

Bafaghan ghufte aroos e Nashaad

Bar sarre naashe Qasime e damaad

Pisar e amme man, Raftaj baremaan, Ayna umeedam 

This was the sorrowful lamentation about the handsome youth

Beating her head lamenting for Qasim her hero

O nephew of Imam Hussain - Oh what grief! what tragedy befell you - Oh What grief! Oh my hopes - Oh what grief!

Bafaaghan ghufte zaynab e mahzoon

Bar sarre naashe shah e mazlooma

Ay biradar e man, Khaake sarre man, Raft az barre man

This was the sorrowful lamentation of Lady Zainab

Beating her head lamenting for the king of martyrs

The women are being taken as captives to Syria - my beloved brother