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Alwida Hussain Alwida

Safdar Abbas

Bibi Zainab stands by the body of Imam Hussain on the plains of Karbala, mourning his loss and her own captivity. She offers her own head covering as a shroud for her brother.

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Haaye

Alas

Qaid Hokar Jo Sue Shaam Chali Binte Ali Pohch Kar Laash E Baradar Pe Buka Karne Lagi

When the daughter of Ali, taken captive, set out towards Shaam Upon reaching the brother's corpse, she began to weep

Tu Mere Baalo Pe Khaak Daal De Mai Tere Laashe Pe Khaak Daal Du Tu Mujhe Rida Dede, Mai Tujhe Kafan Dedu Alwida Hussain Alwida

You cast dust upon my hair, I shall cast dust upon your corpse You give me a veil, I shall give you a shroud Farewell Hussain, farewell

Dasht Mein Tujhko Laeeno Ne Kafan Bhi Na Diya Cheen Li Sar Se Mere Haay Sitamgar Ne Rida Na Raha Koi Madadgar Sare Dasht E Bala Tu Raha Bekafan, Mai Aseer E Mahan Mai Hui Berida, Tu Ghareeb Ul Watan

In the desert, the wretched ones did not even give you a shroud The oppressor snatched the veil from my head, alas No helper remained in the entire plain of calamity You remained un-shrouded, I a captive of the journey I became unveiled, you a stranger in a foreign land

Tera Laasha Hua Pamaal Sare Karbobala Haay Tukde Hua Zainab Ka Jigar Wawaila Aai Be Saakhta Bhai Mere Hoto Pe Sada Ye Sitam Kya Hua, Mera Ghar Lut Gaya Koi Yawar Nahi, Kya Karu Mai Bhala

Your corpse was trampled across Karbala Alas, Zainab's heart was torn to pieces, woe is me Spontaneously, brother, a cry came to my lips What is this oppression that has happened, my home has been looted There is no helper, what should I do?

Mere Mazloom Baradar Mai Tujhe Deti Kafan Haay Pardes Mein Majboor Hui Teri Bahan Yaad Aata Hai Mere Bhai Mujhe Mera Watan Dard Se Choor Hu, Ghum Se Ranjoor Hu Imteha Hai Mera, Haay Majboor Hu

My oppressed brother, I would give you a shroud Alas, your sister has become helpless in a foreign land I remember my homeland, my brother I am broken with pain, I am grief-stricken This is my trial, alas, I am helpless

Jo Mere Dil Pe Guzarti Hai Baya'n Kaise Karu Jo Lage Zakhm E Jigar Par Wo Ayaa'n Kaise Karu Mai Bhala Sabr Mere Tashna Daha'n Kaise Karu Khaak Udaungi Mai, Ghum Uthaungi Mai Kis Tarha Berida, Shaam Jaungi Mai

How can I describe what passes through my heart? How can I reveal the wounds inflicted upon my soul? How can I, my thirsty one, show patience? I will scatter dust, I will bear this grief How will I go to Shaam, unveiled?

Ye Tera Jism Nahi Khoon Mein Tar Hai Qur'aa Nouke Naiza Se Chini Chadar E Tatheer Yahan Beridayi Ka Hai Ehsaas Mere Dil Pe Garaa'n Mai Karungi Adaa, Jo Mera Farz Hai Mere Bhai Magar, Ye Meri Arz Hai

This is not just your body, it is the Quran soaked in blood The veil of purity was snatched here by the spearhead The feeling of being unveiled weighs heavily on my heart I will fulfill what is my duty But my brother, this is my request

Binte Zahra Pe Qayamat Ki Ghadi Hai Bhai Bekafan Ran Mein Teri Laash Padi Hai Bhai Aur Bahan Dasht Mein Be Aas Khadi Hai Bhai Mai Jigar Thaam Kar, Reh Gayi Khaak Par Apni Hamsheer Par, Ek Ehsaan Kar

Brother, a moment of judgment has come upon the daughter of Zahra Your corpse lies un-shrouded in the battlefield, brother And your sister stands hopeless in the desert, brother Clutching my heart, I remained on the dust Do a favor for your sister

Waqt E Rukhsat Ye Laee'n Humpe Sitam Dhayenge Bar Sare Nauke Sina Tera Ye Sar Laaenge Berida Mujhko Bhi Bazaar Mein Le Jayenge Tera Dil Royega, Zakhm Wo Paungi Sue Bazaar Mai, Berida Jaungi

At the time of departure, these wretched ones will oppress us They will bring your head upon the spearhead They will take me, too, unveiled into the bazaar Your heart will weep, I will receive that wound I will go towards the bazaar, unveiled

Kya Qayamat Ka Wo Manzar Tha Nadeem O Safdar Laasha E Shah Tadapta Tha Ye Naale Sunkar Aur Sar Peet Ke Kehti Rahi Binte Haider Alwida Khastatan, Alwida Bekafan Alwida Be Watan, Alwida Pur Mahan

What a scene of judgment it was, Nadeem and Safdar The King's corpse would tremble upon hearing these wails And beating her head, the daughter of Haider kept saying Farewell, the broken-hearted one, farewell, the un-shrouded one Farewell, the stranger, farewell, the one full of sorrow

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