Ammay Baba Yam Kujaast
Irfan Haider · 2021
A young girl named Sakina searches for her father in the aftermath of a great tragedy. She cries out in the prison of Shaam, longing for the comfort she once knew.
Sakina Ki Sadaa Gunji
The voice of Sakina echoed
Amme Janam Amme Jaan Maine Rukhsaro Pe Zalim Se Tamache Khaye Aag Daaman Mein Lagi Chin Gaye Dur Bhi Haaye Aapko Meri Qasam Hai Ye Bataye Mujhko Aise Hota Hai Yateemo Se Sulook Haye Haye..
O dear mother, O mother, I have received slaps from the tyrant on my cheeks. My hem caught fire, and my pearls (earrings) were snatched away, alas. I swear by you, tell me, Is this how orphans are treated? Alas, alas...
Amme, Amme Babayam Kujaast? Amme Babayam Kujaast?
Mother, O mother, where is my father? Mother, where is my father?
Dukhtar E Shahe Shahida Ne Tadapkar Ye Kaha Chin Gayi Sar Se Rida, Khaimo Me Kuch Bhi Na Raha Wawaila.. Wawaila Aise Aalam Me Apne Baba Ko Dhundhu Mai Kaha'n
The daughter of the King of Martyrs said in anguish, My veil was snatched from my head, nothing remained in the tents. Woe, woe... In such a state, where should I search for my father?
Shiddate Ghum Se Na Marjau Sare Dasht E Bala Har Taraf Laashe Hi Laashe Hai Kaha Jau Bhala Wawaila.. Wawaila Mere Baba Hai Jaha'n Mujhko Bhi Le Jao Waha'n
May I not die from the intensity of grief in this plain of calamity, Corpses are everywhere, where should I go? Woe, woe... Take me to where my father is.
Wo Jo Soyi Na Kabhi Baba Ke Seene Ke Siwa Usko Ek Khaak Ke Bistar Pe Bhi Sone Na Diya Wawaila.. Wawaila Taziyano Se Jagate Hai Sitamgar Yaha
She who never slept anywhere except on her father's chest, They did not even let her sleep on a bed of dust. Woe, woe... The tyrants wake her with whips here.
Haaye Baba Ne Bade Naazo Se Paala Hai Mujhe Aur Yaha Shimr Ne Durro Se Bhi Maara Hai Mujhe Wawaila.. Wawaila Apne Baba Ko Dikhaungi Ye Zakhmo Ke Nishaa'n
Alas, my father raised me with great tenderness, And here Shimr has struck me with whips. Woe, woe... I will show these marks of wounds to my father.
Mujhse Kyu Rooth Gaye Baba Thi Kya Meri Khata Kaash Hojati Mai Asghar Ki Tarah Unpe Fida Wawaila.. Wawaila Rodiye Ehle Haram Sunke Ye Bachhi Ka Bayaa'n
Why did you turn away from me, Father? What was my fault? I wish I could have sacrificed myself for you like Asghar. Woe, woe... The household of the Prophet wept upon hearing this child's words.
Aayi Jab Gyara Moharram Ki Sahar Wa Ghurbata Qafila Aale Mohammad Ka Sue Shaam Chala Wawaila.. Wawaila Ek Shehzadi Thi Roro Ke Jo Karti Thi Fughaa'n
When the morning of the eleventh of Muharram came, in such helplessness, The caravan of the family of Muhammad set out towards Shaam (Damascus). Woe, woe... There was a princess who was weeping and lamenting.
Aable Paao Me The Aur Gale Mein Thi Rasan Kitni Lachar Thi Pardes Mein Akbar Ki Bahan Wawaila.. Wawaila Qaidkhane Mein Bhi Rehti Thi Yuhi Noha Kunaa
There were blisters on her feet and a rope around her neck, How helpless was Akbar's sister in a foreign land. Woe, woe... Even in the prison, she remained lamenting like this.
Haaye Sajjad Ne Aye Akhtar O Irfan E Aza Apni Hamsheer Ko Dafnate Hue Di Ye Sadaa Wawaila.. Wawaila Khoon Kano Se Sakina Ke Abhi Tak Hai Rawaa'n
Alas, Sajjad, O Akhtar and Irfan of mourning, While burying his sister, gave this call: Woe, woe... Blood is still flowing from Sakina's ears.
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