Ana Ali Yabnal Hussain
Nadeem Sarwar · 2013
A young warrior who resembles the Prophet enters the battlefield of Karbala to defend his father. He fights bravely until he falls, leaving his father in deep sorrow.
Ay Se Aae Ali Akbar Sare Maydaan e Vega, Jaise Badli Se Naya Chaand Namudaar Hua, Jaise Tasweer e Mohd Se Utha Ho Parda Jaise Haider Ki Jawaani Ka Chalan Jalwanuma. Yak Ba Yak Salle Ala Nara e Akbar Gunja Ana Ali Yabnal Hussain Yabna Ali, Nahnu Wa Baitillah Auladin-Nabi, Zarbe Ghulaame Hashmi Al Alwiana, Ali Yabnal Hussain Nabna Ali
Ali Akbar arrived on the battlefield of war, like a new moon appearing from behind the clouds. It was as if the veil had been lifted from the portrait of Muhammad, as if the youth of Haider was manifest in his gait. Suddenly, the cry of 'Salle Ala' and the shout of Akbar echoed: 'I am Ali, the son of Hussain, the son of Ali; we are the household of Allah, the children of the Prophet; the strike of the Hashimite youth is the strike of the Alawis; I am Ali, the son of Hussain, the son of Ali.'
Ana Ali
I am Ali
Nahnu Wa Baitillah Aulaadin-Nabi, Ama Tarau Laa Qaifa Ami A N Abi, Wallah La Yaa Kum Fi Nabna Dagi, Hazrabe Tum Fisseb Ahme An Abi, Zarbe Ghulaame Hashmi Al Alwi
We are the household of Allah, the children of the Prophet. Do you not see the likeness of the Prophet in me? By Allah, no one can stand against us; the strike of the Hashimite youth is the strike of the Alawis.
Naam Akbar Ali Akbar Hai Mera, Mai Hussain Ibne Ali Ka Beta. Khaa Raha Hun Kasam e Baitillah Hum Ko Haasil Sharaf e Khoon e Nabi.
My name is Akbar, Ali Akbar; I am the son of Hussain ibn Ali. I swear by the House of Allah, we possess the honor of the blood of the Prophet.
Badnasab Hum Pe Hukumat Karta, Na Hua Hai Na Kabhi Ho Sakta Wallah Wallah Aba Abdilla Mai Fida Tumpe Hussain Ibne Ali
That wretched one ruling over us—it has never happened, nor can it ever happen. By Allah, by Allah, O Aba Abdillah (Hussain), I sacrifice myself for you, Hussain ibn Ali.
Shaamiyon Ab Mera Hamla Dekho, Zarbate Sayyade Wala Dekho. Meri Talwaar Ka Chalna Zarbate Hashmi Zarbe Alwi
O people of Sham, now witness my attack; witness the strike of the noble master. The movement of my sword is the Hashimite strike, the Alawi strike.
Kahke Ye Yeh Fauj May Duba Wo Shujaae Azali , Nara Zanja Ke Ana Ibne Hussain Ibne Ali , Teer Chalne Lagi Naize Chale Talwaar Chali, Bad Ke Shamsheere Do Dum Se Safe Kuffar Chali, Kis Tarah Lsdhta Hai Hum Shakle Payambar Dekho, Aaj Shamsheer e Husaini Ke Johar Dekho
Saying this, that eternal warrior plunged into the army, shouting the slogan, 'I am the son of Hussain ibn Ali.' Arrows began to fly, spears were thrust, swords clashed; advancing, he cut through the ranks of the infidels with his double-edged sword. See how the one who resembles the Prophet fights; today, witness the prowess of the Husaini sword.
Palte Maidaan Se Vega Karte Hue, Aake Baba Se Yeh Akbar Bole. Thoda Pani Mere Baba Jo Mile Dekhna Phir Se Meri Tegzani
He returned from the battlefield, and coming to his father, Akbar said: 'My father, if I could get a little water, watch my swordsmanship once again.'
Bole Sheh Sukhi Zabaan Dikhla Kar, Muh Me Rakhlo Yeh Anguthi Akbar. Aysa Sharbat Tumhe Denge Haider Jisko Pikar Tumhe Kehna Hai Yehi,
The King (Hussain) spoke, showing his parched tongue: 'Keep this ring in your mouth, Akbar. Haider (Ali) will give you such a nectar that, after drinking it, you will have to say this...'
Run Me Jaakar Wo Bohot Der Ladhe, Chaar Janib Se Udu Tut Padhe. Naubate Bajne Lagi Jab Wo Gire Ek Sada Gunji Aba Adrikni.
Going into the battlefield, he fought for a long time; the enemies attacked from all four sides. When he fell, the drums of war began to beat, and a cry echoed: 'Father, reach me!'
Sun Ke Aawaz e Pisar Sheh Daudhe, Khayi Thokar Kabhi Girkar Sambhle. Ghutniyo Chalte Hue Jab Pahunche Ali Akbar Ki Ye Aawaz Suni
Hearing the voice of his son, the King ran; he stumbled, sometimes falling and steadying himself. When he reached, crawling on his knees, he heard this voice of Ali Akbar.
Kya Kare Ab Tera Baba Jee Kar, Khaak Duniya Hai Tere Baad Akbar. Noha Jaari Tha Rehaan o Sarwar Run Me Roti Thi Sadae Zakhmi
What should your father do now by living? The world is dust after you, Akbar. The elegy (noha) continued by Rehan and Sarwar; in the battlefield, the voice of the wounded was weeping.
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