Ay Mere Babajaan, Horahi Hai Azaan
Shahid Baltistani
Bibi Zainab stands in the court of the tyrant in Damascus. She mourns the loss of her veil and remembers the promise of her brother Abbas to protect her.
(Ay Mere Babajaan, Horahi Hai Aza(n), Sar Chhupau(n) Kaha)
O my dear father, the call to prayer is echoing, where shall I hide my head?
Us Waqt Jabke Zainab Darbar Me Gayi Thi, Qari Namaaziyo(n) Se Mehfil Saji Huwi Thi, Zalim Ye Puchhta Tha Ghazi Tera Kaha Hai, Balo(n) Se Mu(n) Chhupaye Zainab Ye Keh Rahi Thi,
At that moment when Zainab entered the court, the gathering was filled with those reciting prayers, the tyrant asked, 'Where is your Ghazi?' Hiding her face with her hair, Zainab was saying this,
Majmaye Aam Me, Bewatan Be Amaa(n), Agaya Karvaan
In the public gathering, homeless and without protection, the caravan has arrived.
Me Bhi Hu(n) Marziya, Binte Khayrun Nisa, Mere Lehje Me Hai, Baba Teri Ada, Naam Zainab Mera, Tune Jo Rakhdiya, Day Di Apni Zubaa(n)
I too am 'Marziya' (the pleased one), the daughter of the best of women, in my tone is your manner, O Father. My name, Zainab, which you gave me, you gave me your own tongue.
Babajaan Me Rida Mangti Rehgayi, Bamo Dar Saj Gaye, Jiteji Margayi, Halqaye Shaam Me, Nam Sunkar Mera, Margaya Naatawa(n)
O Father, I kept asking for my veil, the doors and walls were decorated in celebration, I died while still alive. In the circle of Shaam, hearing my name, the weak one died.
Haath Kano Pe Hai, Neel Gaalo(n) Pe Hai, Aur Nisha(n) Jo Sakina Ke Shaano Pe Hai, Har Nishan Se Yahi, Aa Rahi Hai Sada, Babajaan Babajaan
Hands are on ears, bruises are on cheeks, and the marks that are on Sakina's shoulders, from every mark, this is coming, the cry: 'O Father, O Father!'
Shaam Ashur Se, Shamo Kufa Talak, Mene Manga Nahi Hai Kharaje Fadak, Meri Chadar Se Hai, Meri Maa Ka Suku(n), Sunle Zalim Jahaa(n)
From the evening of Ashura to the evenings of Kufa, I have not asked for the tribute of Fadak. My mother's peace is tied to my veil, listen, O tyrant of the world.
Babajaan Ye Tera Akhri Tha Bayan, Teri Chadar Bachayega Ghazi Jawaa(n), Margaya Bawafa, Chingayi Hai Rida, Kehti Hai Bibiya(n)
O Father, this was your final statement: 'The young Ghazi will protect your veil.' The loyal one has died, the veil has been snatched away, the ladies are saying.
(Abbas)
(Abbas)
Ruk Na Paya Mere Bawafa Ka Wo Sar, Noke Neza Se Aane Laga Khaak Par, Behn Ko Darbadar, Dekhkar Nange Sar, Seh Na Paya Jawaa(n)
The head of my loyal one could not stay still, it began to descend from the tip of the spear onto the dust. Seeing his sister wandering door-to-door, unveiled, the youth could not bear it.
Haath Kano Pe Hai, Neel Gaalo(n) Pe Hai, Aur Nisha(n) Jo Sakina Ke Shaano Pe Hai, Har Nishan Se Yahi, Aa Rahi Hai Sada, Babajaan Babajaan
Hands are on ears, bruises are on cheeks, and the marks that are on Sakina's shoulders, from every mark, this is coming, the cry: 'O Father, O Father!'
Kal Thi Maa Aaj Me Bhi Hu(n) Darbar Me, Misle Zahra Khari Hu(n) Me Aghyar Me, Us Taraf Hai Shaqi, Is Taraf Rehgayi, Bepadar Betiya(n)
Yesterday it was Mother, today I too am in the court, I stand among the strangers like Zahra. On that side is the wretched one, on this side remain the fatherless daughters.
Aysa Khutba Diya Mene Darbar Me, Likhraha Hai Jo "Yawar" Tere Pyaar Me, Lehjaye Hayderi, Har Azaan Ke Liye, Hai Sadaye Aza(n)
I delivered such a sermon in the court, which 'Yawar' is writing in your love, the Hayderi tone, for every Adhan, is the call of the Adhan.
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