Akbar Ke Janaze Pe Mujhe Le Chalo Bhaiya
Mir Hasan Mir · 2023
Bibi Zainab asks her brother Imam Hussain to take her to the body of his young son, Ali Akbar. She wants to comfort her brother and say goodbye to her nephew.
Akbar Haye Haye Akbar, Akbar Haye Haye Akbar Haye Jis Waqt Gira Zain Se Hum-Shakl-e-Payambar Shabbir Ko Zainab Ne Sada Di Yeh Tarap Kar
Akbar, alas Akbar, Akbar, alas Akbar. Alas, the moment the one who resembled the Prophet fell from his horse, Zainab called out to Shabbir in agony.
Akbar Ke Janaze Pe Mujhe Le Chalo Bhaiya
Brother, take me to the funeral of Akbar.
Hum Mil Ke Utha Lenge Jawan Lal Ka Lasha
Together, we shall lift the body of our young son.
Athara Baras Wale Ka Sar God Mein Le Kar Main Nade Ali Parhti Rahungi Ae Baradar Tum Seena-e-Akbar Se Nikalo Ge Jo Neza
Taking the head of the eighteen-year-old into my lap, I will continue to recite Nade Ali, O brother. As you extract the spear from Akbar's chest.
Jo Zakhm Lage Hain Woh Dikhaye Ga Na Tum Ko Shayad Woh Takalluf Mein Bataye Ga Na Tum Ko Main Maa Hoon Magar Mujh Se Chupa Hi Nahi Sakta
He will not show you the wounds he has sustained, Perhaps out of modesty, he will not tell you. I am a mother, yet he cannot hide them from me.
Main Jaanti Hoon Kaise Jawan Hote Hain Bete Aur Dekhne Par Jayen Agar Un Ke Janaze Ab Main Bhi Samajh Sakti Hoon Aulad Ka Sadma
I know how sons grow into young men, And if one is forced to witness their funerals, Now I, too, can understand the grief of losing a child.
Aane Nahi Dungi Main Kisi Ko Bhi Wahan Par Jee Bhar Ke Gale Milna Jawan Lal Se Ja Kar Main Maut Se Keh Dungi Zara Der Thehar Ja
I will not let anyone come there, Go and embrace your young son to your heart's content. I will tell Death to wait for a while.
Baba Mere Baba Ki Sada De To Raha Hai Awaaz Se Lagta Hai Bahut Door Gira Hai Lo Haath Mera Thamo Bahut Door Hai Jana
He is calling out 'Father, my father', By the sound of it, he has fallen very far away. Take my hand, the journey is long.
Aapas Kurb Ki Halat Se Nikale Ga Tumhein Kaun Aare Woh Ediyan Ragre Ga Sambhale Ga Tumhein Kaun Chadar Se Bana Lungi Main Kuch Der Ko Parda
Who will pull you out of this state of agony? He is writhing in pain, who will support you? I will create a veil for a while using my chadar.
Tooti Hai Kamar Aap Ki Ae Mere Baradar Gir Gir Ke Uthein Ge To Hansenge Yeh Sitamgar Main Aap Ko Banne To Nahi Dungi Tamasha
Your back is broken, O my brother. If you fall and rise repeatedly, these oppressors will laugh. I will not let you become a spectacle.
Roti Hai Koi Bibi Musalsal Pas-e-Parda Jab Se Hai Suna Mir Takallum Tera Noha Bhai Se Gale Mil Ke Behen Boli Dobara
A lady is weeping incessantly behind the veil, Ever since she heard your Noha, Mir Takallum. Embracing her brother, the sister spoke again.
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