Ahista Chalo
Irfan Haider
Bibi Sakina pleads with her aunt, Bibi Zainab, to walk slowly as they are marched toward the prison in Damascus. The ropes binding her neck are causing her great pain and making it hard to breathe.
Damishq Ka Hai Safar Berida Hai Aale Nabi Na Mehmile Na Kajawa Hai Na Hawdaj Hai Koiii Aseer Sab The Magar Ek Hi Rasan Me Bandhe Gala Sakina Ka Hai Shaane Haram Ke Jakde Hue Rasan Jo Khichti Hai Karti Hai Sakina Naale.. Thehro. Ahista Chalo
The journey to Damascus is underway, and the Prophet's family is unveiled. There are no litters, no saddles, no howdahs for them. They were all captives, yet bound together by a single rope. Sakina’s neck is chafed by the rope tied to the shoulders of the women of the harem. As the rope is pulled, Sakina cries out in pain... Wait. Walk slowly.
Ahista Chalo Ae Phuphi Amma Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera, Ahista Chalo
Walk slowly, dear Aunt, for this rope is choking my neck, Walk slowly.
Ae Amma Gala Is Tarah Jakda Hai Rasan Me Do Gaam Bhi Chalne Ki Nahi Jaan Badan Me Khulwa Do Rasan Kardo Ye Ehsaaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
Oh Aunt, my neck is so tightly bound in this rope, There is no strength left in my body to walk even two steps. Please have this rope untied, Do me this favor, for this rope is choking my neck.
Kis Shaan Se Nikli Thi Sawari Mere Ghar Se Ammu Mujhe Khud Laaye The Mehmil Me Bitha Ke Ek Ye Hai Safar Haaye Phuphi Jaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
With what dignity did our caravan once depart from my home, My Uncle (Abbas) himself had brought me and seated me in the litter. And now, this is the journey we face, Alas, dear Aunt, this rope is choking my neck.
Ye Dekhke Rote Hai Mere Baba Sina Par Rone Pe Mujhe Durre Lagata Hai Sitamgar Rote Hai Isi Ghum Me Chachajaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
Seeing this, my father weeps upon the spear, And for my weeping, the oppressor strikes me with a whip. Even my Uncle (Abbas) weeps in this same grief, For this rope is choking my neck.
Kya Din Hai Mere Naaz Uthata Nhi Koi Amma Meri Saaanso Ka Bharosa Nhi Koi Chehre Se Aziyat Hai Numaayaa, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
What days these are, there is no one left to pamper me, Oh Aunt, there is no certainty left in my breath. The agony is visible upon my face, For this rope is choking my neck.
Mai Aapke Zakhmo Se Bhi Waqif Hu Phuphijaan Kuch Wade Nibhane Hai Mujhe Barsare Zindaan Bus Kehti Hu Mai, Bus Kehti Hu Bahaale Pareshaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
I am aware of your wounds too, dear Aunt, I have some promises to fulfill at the prison gates. I only say this, I only say this, In my distressed state, that this rope is choking my neck.
Marjaengi Marjaegi Is Raah Me Muztar Dada Ko Sada Deti Hu Har Gaam Tadap Kar Ya Shahe Najaf Sayyede Zeeshaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
I will die, I will perish on this path in restlessness, With every step, I call out to my Grandfather (Ali) in agony. Oh King of Najaf, Oh noble Master, this rope is choking my neck.
Ae Amma Kaleje Me Ulajhne Lagi Saanse Ab Aur Safar Karne Ki Taqat Nahi Mujhme Jaa Paungi Kya Janibe Zindaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
Oh Aunt, my breath is beginning to catch in my chest, I have no strength left in me to travel any further. Will I even be able to reach the prison? For this rope is choking my neck.
Ae Mazharo Irfan Sakina Ki Fugha Par Zainab Ne Kaha Mai Bhi Tadap Jati Hu Dukhtar Jab Kehti Hai Tu Mujhse Meri Jaan, Rassi Se Gala Ghut-Ta Hai Mera
Oh Mazhar and Irfan, upon hearing Sakina's lament, Zainab said, 'I too am torn apart, my daughter, Whenever you say to me, my life, That this rope is choking your neck.'
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