Baad Baba ke bohot dukh seh chuki hai Fatima
Giriya karte karte haaye thak chuki hai Fatima
Waqt-e-aakhir hai wasiyat, Ya Ali sun lein zara
Is jahaa'n ko chhor kar ab ja rahi hai Fatima
Hai bohot nazdeek mera waqt-e-rukhsat Ya Ali
Fatima ki aap se hai ye wasiyat Ya Ali
Chhote chhote hain mere bache, bohot ghabraayenge
Maa ke saaye ke bina woh kis tarah jee paayenge
Seh nahi paayenge bache meri furqat Ya Ali
Yaad rakhna mera is duniya se ho jis dam wisaal
Baad marne ke bhi mujh ko yun ho parde ka khayaal
Shab ki tareeki mein uthe meri mayyat Ya Ali
Dar gira kar maar daala haaye mere laal ko
Woh na aayenge meri mayyat mein, ye waada karo
Jis ne bhi pohnchai hai mujh ko aziyyat Ya Ali
Kis tarah Mohsin ko maara, kis tarah se dar jala
Kis tarah se Fatima Zehra ko jhutlaya gaya
Baba ko batlaaungi main apni ghurbat Ya Ali
Woh Madina kal jahaa mein shahazadi thi kabhi
Main wahin tehreer ke tukre uthaati reh gayi
Phir gayi hai kis tarah Baba ki ummat Ya Ali
Dil mera phatta hai bas ye ek ghurbat soch ke
Haaye dekha hai tamaacha khaate Shabbar ne mujhe
Is se barh kar aur kya hogi museebat Ya Ali
Meri beti meri Zainab hai bohot kam-sin abhi
Neel chehre ke mere woh ghaur se hain dekhti
Mat batana mujh pe jo tooti qayaamat Ya Ali
Ae Ali, Zehra ye bolein, phir Nabeel-e-dilfigaar
Shaam-o-Kufa-o-Karbala bhi laayenge sadme hazaar
Mere dil par aur aayengi museebat Ya Ali