Abid Ko Jahan Ghash Ata Hai
Mir Hasan Mir · 2019
Imam Sajjad suffers in captivity while the family of the Prophet faces cruelty. The poem recounts the pain of the Ahlul Bayt after the tragedy of Karbala.
Haye Sajjad Haye Sajjad
Alas, Sajjad! Alas, Sajjad!
Abid Ko Jahan Ghash Aata Hai Durron Se Jagaya Jaata Hai
Wherever Abid falls into a faint, He is awakened with the lash of a whip.
Ek Phool Hai Jisko Kaanton Par Din Raat Chalaya Jaata Hai
He is a flower who, day and night, Is forced to walk upon thorns.
Abbas Ki Ghairat Se Aksar Abid Ki Aseeri Poochti Hai Kya Chaar Baras Ki Behna Ko Zindan May Sulaya Jaata Hai
Often, in the face of Abbas's honor, Abid's captivity asks in despair: Is a four-year-old sister truly Being put to sleep in a prison?
Sadaat Ke Qaime Jalte Hai Sholo May Ghiri Hai Aale Nabi Phir Aaj Nabi Ki Beti Par Darwaza Giraya Jaata Hai
The tents of the Sadaat are burning, The Prophet's family is surrounded by flames. Once again, today, upon the Prophet's daughter, The door is being brought down.
Reh Reh Ke Shahe Deen Dekhte Hai Naize Se Sakina Ki Jaanib Lagta Hai Ke Pushte Naaqa Se Bachi Ko Giraya Jaata Hai
Again and again, the King of Religion looks From the spear towards Sakina. It seems that from the back of the camel, The child is being made to fall.
Bibi Ko Khareeb e Laashe Jari Durron Ki Izziyat Dete Hai Abbas Ko Tadpane Ke Liye Zainab Ko Sataya Jaata Hai
Near the body of the brave one, they inflict The torment of whips upon the Lady. To make Abbas suffer in his grave, Zainab is being persecuted.
Ghairat Ke Sabab Jis Bibi Ne Ghar May Bhi Na Dekha Aaina Beparda Usay Laane Ke Liye Darbar Sajaya Jaata Hai
The Lady who, out of modesty, Did not even look in a mirror at home— To bring her unveiled before the crowd, The court is being decorated.
Bin Byaah Ke Akbar Maare Gaye Armaan Na Nikle Bano Ke Taboot Pe Akbar Ke Sehra Kuch Yun Bhi Chadaya Jaata Hai
Akbar was killed before he could marry, Bano's desires remained unfulfilled. Upon Akbar's coffin, a wedding garland Is being placed in this tragic way.
Wo Noke Sina Par Ghairat Se Rukta Hi Nahi Gir Jaata Hai Jab Jab Bhi Sare Abbas e Jari Naize Pe Chadaya Jaata Hai
It does not stay still on the spearhead out of shame, It keeps falling down. Whenever the head of the brave Abbas Is raised upon a spear.
Parde May Bilal e Karbobala Roye Na Mera Maula Kyun Kar Afsos Ke Turbat May Ab Tak Zehra Ko Rulaya Jaata Hai
Behind the veil, Bilal of Karbala, How can my Master not weep? Alas, that even now in her grave, Zehra is being made to cry.
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