Chainti Zainab matam kain dhei chali din theyvya mazlum bha ke

Mohtaj aaiya karbala me, chali din theyvya mazlum bha ke

While lamenting Bibi Zainab kept saying, its been forty days since the martyrdom of her Brother

Helpless in Karbala, its been forty days since the martyrdom of her Brother

Banu pukari aiy munja Akbar sine te neza kha tei Akbar

Aiyro war-ji munji kamayi, chali din theyvya puttar tokke

Banu cried out, O my Akbar you had a spear launched into your chest

I raised you for 18 years – it’s been forty days since you left me my son

Kubra pukari raat ji bewa, ai munja goth kidda vya sehra

Dade je hanja me wendhal Kasim, chali din theyvya saahib aanke

After becoming a widow, Qasims mother lamented, ‘My groom, where is your garland’

Oh Qasim, you used to sit on your grandathers lap – it is your fortieth day

Ai muja dikra Aun o Muhammad munji dil gham se bharivyo ai

Kinke sunaya kinkeke bataaya, chali din theyvya puttar aanke

Oh my beloved sons Aun and Muhammad, my heart is filled with grief

Who should I tell this to who should I confide in – it’s the fortieth of you my sons

Fatema maa, injo baaba Ali, nano Rasul ai bhai Hassan

Faryaad kaiy je Karbobala me, chali din theyvya mazlum bha ke

His mother is Fatima, Father is Ali, grandfather is the Prophet and brother is Hasan

She is complaining in karbala – it’s the fortieth of her martyr brother

Boli watan me Sugra baba, kadde ai wardha ghar me baba

Paigham achivyan sar kattanja, chali din theyvya baba aainke

Sugra was lamenting in Medina, when will you come home father

I have received the news of your beheading – it’s the fortieth of her father