Lashe ka pata do ya aaphi laado

Ai kufiyo mujko mere akbar se milado

Take me to his corpse, or bring it to me

Oh Kufans unite me with the body of my Akbar

Tum me se agar sahibe awlad ho koi

Jo aag ye sine me bharakti hai buja do

From you if there are any who have children

Show me how to extinguish the fire in my heart

Athara baras baap ne nazon se jo pala

Kya is ka yehi phal tha ke piree me daga do

For eighteen years I painstakingly brought you up

Tell me are the fruits of all those years of hard work

Itne me sada aai key a shahe do aalam

Chillae ke Akbar mujhe awaaz suna do

In this confusion, Imam could be heard wailing

Painfully crying out – My Akber call out to me

Awaaz jo yeh pohnchi to farmaane laga shah

Baap aya hai Akbersare tasleem jukado

When Akbars cry was heard by the Imam, Mola said:

“My son, your father has come to meet you’

Main dekhu to kya haathke nishae meri jaan

Akber lo zara haath ko sine se hata do

What do I see the marks on your hand my beloved son

Akber please move your hand from your chest

Jab koi mukhaatib na huwa sheh se to phir aap

Qurbaan pisar hota hai deedar dikha do

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My son is being martyred, let me see him