Aa Mere Pyaare Hussain

Aa Meri God Ke Pale, Mere Hussain Aa. Mere Garib Aa Zara, Maa Ke Karib Aa. Sinaa Phigar He Tera, Mujko He Ye Pataa. Dashte-E Balaa Me Fatima, Zehra Ki Thi Sadaa.

Come, you who were raised in my lap, come my Hussain. Come, my stranger, come closer to your mother. I know that your chest is wounded. In the desert of calamity, this was the cry of Fatima Zehra.

Kisne Mere Jigar Pe, Ye Khanjar Chalaa Diya. Kisne Mere Hussain-E Ko, Pani Nahi Diya. Khud Chal Ke Kyu Na Agaya, Darya Ko Kya Huwa. Ek Bar Maa Pukar Ke, Godi Me Let Jaa.

Who has struck this dagger into my heart? Who denied water to my Hussain? Why did you not come yourself, what happened to the river? Just call out 'Mother' once, and lie down in my lap.

Sehroz Ki Ye Pyaas Ye, Jalti Huwi Zamin. Chehra Lahu Lahu Tera, Donim He Jabin. Mazloom Mere Lal Ke, Jeisa Koi Nahi. Tiro Se Mere Lal Ka, Sina Bhara Huwa.

This three-day thirst, this burning earth. Your face is covered in blood, your forehead is split. There is no one like my oppressed son. My son's chest is filled with arrows.

Pehle To Babajan Ko, Royi Me Zar-E Zar. Royi Ali Ko Kabr Pe, Dil Ho Gaya Figaar. Ik Lal Tha Hasan Mera, Uski Hu Sogwar. Ab Tere Gham Me Kabr Me, Rehne Nahi Diya.

First, I wept bitterly for my father (the Prophet). I wept at Ali's grave, my heart was shattered. I was already mourning for my son Hasan. Now, in your grief, I am not even allowed to rest in my grave.

Ataa Hai Yaad Mujko, Madine Me Apna Gar. Chakki Ma Pisti Thi, Magar Tum Pe Thi Nazar. Tum Ko Sulaya Karti Thi, Raato Ko Jaag Kar. Ab Me Jagaane Ayi Hu, Ay Lal Jaag Jaa.

I remember our home in Medina. I would grind the millstone, but my eyes were always on you. I would stay awake at night to lull you to sleep. Now I have come to wake you, oh my son, wake up.

Ik Bar Maa Pukar Le, Bilkul Usi Tarah. Jule Me Julte Huwe, Kehte The Jis Tarha. Wo Bachpane Tera Muje, Bhulenga Kis Tarha. Mere Bahgair Chain Se, Ik Pal Nahi Raha.

Call out 'Mother' just once, exactly like that. Just as you used to say while swinging in your cradle. How could I ever forget that childhood of yours? You never spent a single moment in peace without me.

Ma Hu Muje Bataa, Tera Sine Pe Kya Huwa. Kyu He Kamar Juki Huwi, Chehra Lahu Bhara. Abbas He Kaha, Ali Akbar Kaha Gaya. Ha Thak Gayaa He Aa Meri, Godi Me Lal Aa.

I am your mother, tell me, what happened to your chest? Why is your back bent, why is your face covered in blood? Where is Abbas? Where has Ali Akbar gone? Ah, you are tired, come, my son, come into my lap.