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Asghar Ka Lahu

Safdar Abbas

A baby named Ali Asghar is struck by an arrow in the desert of Karbala. His father Imam Hussain tries to protect his small body while the mother waits in the tent.

NohaShahadat Ali Asghar

Haay.. Haye Asghar, Hay Hay Asghar

Alas... Woe to Asghar, Woe, Woe to Asghar

Asghar Ka Lahu Jab Na Liya Arzo Sama Ne

When neither the earth nor the heavens could contain the blood of Asghar

Chehre Pe Mala Khoon Shahe Karbobala Ne

The King of Karbala smeared it upon his own face

Kya Jurm Tha Che Maah Ke Bache Ka Khudaya Kyu Cheda Hai Asghar Ka Gala Teere Jafa Ne

O God, what was the crime of this six-month-old child? Why did the arrow of cruelty pierce the throat of Asghar?

Beshir Ne Jaa Apni Fida Kardi Padar Par Nusrat Ke Liye Di Thi Sada Shahe Huda Ne

The infant went and sacrificed his life for his father, For the King of Guidance had called out for help

Tu Dekhle Shabbir Ki Aaghosh Me Ya Rab Aaya Hai Tera Deen Ye Besheer Bachane

O Lord, behold in the embrace of Shabbir, This infant has come to save Your religion

Farmate The Shabbir Hifazat Tu Rakhna Hai Dafn Yaha Karbobala Mere Khazane

Shabbir was saying, 'Keep this safe,' 'For my treasures are buried here in Karbala'

Na Aaja Mere Bache Mai Teri Pyaas Pe Sadqe Khud Aaegi Maa Ran Me Tujhe Paani Pilane

Do not come, my child, I sacrifice myself for your thirst, Your mother herself will come to the battlefield to give you water

Sar Nauke Sina Par Na Chadhaye Kahi Zalim Shabbir Chale Lasha-E-Besheer Chupane

Lest the tyrant raises his head upon the spear-tip, Shabbir went to hide the body of the infant

Jab Khaime Me Aaya Ali Asghar Ka Janaza Kohraam Bapa Kardiya Madar Ki Fugha Ne

When the funeral of Ali Asghar arrived at the tent, The mother's lamentations caused a great uproar of grief

Sibtain Bhala Kese Bhulaega Zamana Jang Jeetli Besheer Ki Masoom Ada Ne

How could the world ever forget, Sibtain? The innocent gesture of the infant won the war

Haay Asghar..hay Hay Asghar..

Alas Asghar... Woe, Woe Asghar...

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