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Aa Tujhe Lori Sunao Ali Asghar

Shahid Baltistani · 2011

A mother sits in the desert and sings a soft lullaby to her baby, Ali Asghar, who is no longer with her.

NohaShahadat Ali Asghar
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Aa Tujhe Lori Sunao Ali Asghar Aa Tujhe Jhoola Jhulaun Ali Asghar Tere Sadqe Tere Wari Ay Meri Jaan Ali Asghar

Come, let me sing a lullaby to you, Ali Asghar Come, let me rock your cradle, Ali Asghar I sacrifice myself for you, my life, Ali Asghar

Aa Tujhe Lori

Come, let me sing a lullaby

Aagayi Fauje Sitam Jhoola Jalane Ke Liye Aakhri Teri Nishani Ko Mitane Ke Liye Gham Na Kar Haath Salamat Hai Jhulane Ke Liye

The army of tyranny has arrived to burn the cradle To erase the last sign of you Do not grieve, my hands are safe to rock you

Sar Se Madar Ke Chini Shame Ghariban May Rida Dhoondne Kaise Tujhe Aaun Batade Beta Apni Madar Ke Liye Dasht Se Wapas Aaja

On the evening of the homeless, the veil was snatched from your mother's head Tell me, son, how can I come to find you? Return from the desert for your mother

Roshni In Ki Khan Raat Ki Tareeki Hai Mai Bhi Aadi Hoo Teri Tu Bhi Mera Aadi Hai Haath Phailaye Hue Khaak Pe Maa Baithi Hai

Where is their light? It is the darkness of the night I am accustomed to you, and you are accustomed to me With hands outstretched, your mother sits upon the dust

Ran Se Laati Hai Hawaein Tere Khoon Ki Khusboo Apne Dil Par Nahi Rehta Mujhe Beta Qaboo Rehgaya Jaake Kahan Dashte Bayaban May Tu

The winds bring the scent of your blood from the battlefield I have no control over my heart, my son Where have you gone and remained in this desolate wilderness?

Haye Jab Shame Ghariban Ki Sehar Hogi Ayan Sunti Hoo Shle Haram Jayenge Suye Zindan Hogi Phir Tujhse Mere Laal Mulaqat Kahan

Alas, when the morning of Shaam-e-Ghariban appears I hear the women of the Haram will be taken to the prison Where will I meet you again, my beloved son?

Karbala Se Jo Madine May Hawa Aati Hai Maa Ki Umeed To Yawar Wo Jaga Jaati Hai Dhoop May Biathi Hui Bano Yehi Kehti Hai

The breeze that comes from Karbala to Medina It awakens the mother's hope, Yawar Sitting in the sun, Bano says exactly this

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