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Amma Fizza Bata Day Mujhko Pathar Kyun Aa Rahay Hain

Mir Hasan Mir · 2005

A young girl asks her guardian why people are throwing stones at them as they are led through the streets as captives. She watches the heads of her loved ones on spears and feels the heavy burden of their journey.

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Amma Fizza, Amma Fizza

Mother Fizza, Mother Fizza

Amma Fizza Bata De Mujh Ko, Pathar Kiun Aa Rahe Hain

Mother Fizza, tell me, why are stones being thrown?

Kaisa Hai Yeh Charaghan, Dil Doobe Ja Rahe Hain, Kya Shaam Aa Gaya Hai

What kind of illumination is this? Our hearts are sinking; have we reached Sham?

Naizon Pe Jitne Sar Hain Ek Sar Hai Un Mein Aisa, Ankhen Hain Band Us Ki Aur Khak Par Hai Girta, Abbas Ka Ye Sar Hai Taiwar Bata Rahe Hain

Among all the heads on the spears, there is one such head, its eyes are closed and it is falling towards the dust; the expression tells me it is the head of Abbas.

Itna Chale Hain Paidal Kaanton Pe Sare Qaidi, Thak Jati Chalte Chalte Chalti Agar Zameen Bhi, Pairon Ke Aable Bhi Aansoo Baha Rahe Hain

We captives have walked so much on thorns, that even the earth would have grown tired of walking; even the blisters on our feet are shedding tears.

Hain Log Kis Tarah Ke Hum Say Dua Karayen, Ae Qaidiyon Dua Do Yeh Din Na Hum Pe Ayen, Le Kar Duayen Hum Se Dill Bhi Dukha Rahe Hain

What kind of people are these who ask us for prayers? O captives, pray that such days do not befall us; while asking for prayers, they are also breaking our hearts.

Maaon Ki Godiyon Se Lipte Huye Hain Bache, Hain Hath Rassiyon Mein Maaaon Ke Aise Jakrhe, Bache Jo Gir Rahe Hain Woh Marte Ja Rahe Hain

Children are clinging to their mothers' laps, mothers' hands are bound in ropes in such a way, that the children who are falling are dying.

Naize Pe Ro Raha Hai Mushkil Kusha Ka Beta, Na Mehramon Ke Lab Par Aaya Hai Naam Mera, Mujh Ko Kaneez Zade Yun Bhi Rula Rahe Hain

The son of Mushkil Kusha is weeping on the spear; the name of my mother has come to the lips of non-mahrams; the children of slave-girls are making me weep like this.

Sajjad Ka Kalaija Sad Paash Ho Raha Hai, Ek Ek Zakhm Un Ka Is Gham Mein Ro Raha Hai, Zainab Ka Naam Le Kar Aadaa Bula Rahe Hain

Sajjad's heart is being torn into a hundred pieces; every wound of his is weeping in this grief; the enemies are calling out the name of Zainab.

Rehan Qaidiyon Mein Barpa Hai Shor e Giriya, Palkon Se Kar Rahi Hain Matam Jo Binte Zahra, Sajjad Noha Khuwan Hain Noha Suna Rahe Hain

Rehan, a clamor of weeping has erupted among the captives; the daughter of Zahra is mourning with her eyelids; Sajjad is the reciter of the Noha, he is reciting the Noha.

Kaisa Hai Yeh Charaghan Dill Doobe Ja Rahe Hain, Kya Shaam Aa Gaya Hai

What kind of illumination is this, our hearts are sinking; have we reached Sham?

Amma Fizza, Amma Fizza

Mother Fizza, Mother Fizza

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