Abbas-e-Naujawanam
Irfan Haider
Imam Hussain calls out to his brother Abbas after he falls by the riverbank. The loss of his brother leaves the Imam heartbroken and alone.
Jab Hue Bazu-E-Abbas Qalam, Darya Parr.. Girke Thanda Hua Hazrat Ka Alam, Darya Parr.. Gharke Khoo Hogaya Wo Behre Karam, Darya Parr.. Girte Hi Ghode Se Aaqa Ko Pukara Rokar Shaah Khaime Se Chale, Tha Yahi Noha Lab Par
When the arms of Abbas were severed by the riverbank, And the Master's standard fell and went cold by the riverbank, That ocean of generosity was drowned in blood by the riverbank, Falling from his horse, he cried out to his Master in anguish, The King left the tents, with this lament upon his lips:
Baradar Baradar Abbas-E-Naujawanam, Baradar Baradar
Brother, O Brother, My youthful Abbas, Brother, O Brother.
Sada-E-Qud-O-Kanam, Baradar
The call of my stature and my dignity, O Brother.
Sadae Teri Sunkar Chala Hai Dil Pekhanjar, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Madad Ko Aao Aaqa Sitam Hua Hai Mujhpar Labo Pe Aagaya Dum
Hearing your voice, my heart is pierced like a dagger, my youthful Abbas, 'Come to my aid, Master, a great cruelty has befallen me,' My soul is reaching my lips (I am dying).
Sakina Dar Pe Baithi Bula Rahi Hai Tujhko, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Tujhe Khabar Hai Ghazi Na Jine Dega Usko Tere Bichadne Ka Ghum
Sakina sits at the door, calling out for you, my youthful Abbas, Are you aware, Ghazi, that the grief of your separation, Will not let her live?
Tadap Rahi Ha Behne Ghashi Hui Ha Taari, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Ujad Gayi Abhi Se Waha Ali Ki Beti Meri Kamar Hui Kham
Your sister is writhing in pain, overcome by fainting spells, my youthful Abbas, Ali's daughter has been devastated even now, And my back has been broken (by this grief).
Ajeeb Hai Ye Ghurbat Tadap Rahe Hai Dono, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Ye Ghum Mila Qayamat Tadap Rahe Hai Dono Waha Tum Aur Yaha Hum
Strange is this desolation, both of us are writhing in pain, my youthful Abbas, This grief is a calamity, both of us are writhing, You there, and I here.
Utha Ke Khaali Kuze Ye Tashna Lab Pukare, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Jo Tu Nahi Hai Ghazi Kise Dil Ab Pukare Lahu Lahu Hai Alam
Lifting the empty water-skins, the thirsty-lipped ones call out, my youthful Abbas, If you are not here, Ghazi, whom shall the heart call upon now? The standard is drenched in blood.
Na Jee Sakunga Mai Bhi Tere Bina Alamdaar, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Jo Tera Ghar Se Jana Rulaega Alamdaar Bapa Karunga Matam
I will not be able to live without you, O Standard-bearer, my youthful Abbas, Your departure from the house will make me weep, O Standard-bearer, I shall perform the mourning.
Qareebe Bawafa Jab Pohoch Gae Shahedeen, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Jabee Se Khoo Hata Kar Ye Kehte The Shahedeen Kaho Hame Labe Dum
When the King of Martyrs reached the loyal one, my youthful Abbas, Brushing the blood from his forehead, the King of Martyrs said, 'Tell me, as my own soul reaches my lips.'
Sada Ye Sheh Ki Sunkar Tadap Gaya Alamdaar, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Mujhe Hai Ye Khijalat Haram Hai Sab Azadaar Kaha Juhi Gaya Dum
Hearing this call from the King, the Standard-bearer writhed, my youthful Abbas, 'I am filled with such shame, the mourning is forbidden to me,' He said this, and his soul departed.
Tu Irfane Wafa Hai Mai Mazhare Masaeb, Abbas-E-Naujawanam Mai Uska Hu Jo Tere Baya Kare Masaeb Ye Martaba Bhi Hai Kam?
You are the essence of loyalty, and I am the manifestation of suffering, my youthful Abbas, I belong to the one who narrates your sufferings, Is this status any less?
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