Aye Musafir Be Kafan
Nadeem Sarwar
Bibi Zainab stands on the battlefield of Karbala and struggles to recognize her brother Imam Hussain among the fallen. She promises to carry his message of truth even as she is taken away as a captive.
Aye Musafir Be-Kafan Tu Khaak Par, Wa Hasrata Main Musafir Shaam Ki Hoon Dushmanon Mein Be-Rida
O traveler without a shroud, you lie upon the dust, what sorrow! I am a traveler to Shaam, amidst enemies, without my veil.
Alwida, Alwida, Alwida
Farewell, farewell, farewell.
Boli Zainab, Aye Mere Maa-Jaye, Yeh Kya Haal Hai Kaise Pehchanun Tera Laasha, Bahut Paamaal Hai Aah Re Anta Akhi, Kya Hai Tu Hi Bhaiya Mera
Zainab said, 'O brother born of my mother, what is this state? How can I recognize your body, it is so trampled and crushed. Alas, are you truly my brother?'
Kya Tum Hi Ho Ibn-e-Zehra, Kya Tum Hi Ibn-e-Ali Kya Tum Hi Bhai Hasan Ke Aur Jaan-e-Zainabi Aye Gul-e-Baagh-e-Muhammad, Haal Yeh Kya Ho Gaya
Are you truly the son of Zehra, are you truly the son of Ali? Are you the brother of Hasan and the soul of Zainab? O flower of Muhammad's garden, what has become of you?
Na Rahi Naalein, Na Malboos, Na Dastaar Hai Aye Ghareeb-e-Fatima, Tu Khuld Ka Sardar Hai Aye Tan-e-Uryaan Tera, Tu Aaj Sab Kuch Lut Gaya
Neither your shoes remain, nor your clothes, nor your turban. O stranger son of Fatima, you are the leader of Paradise. O you with the exposed body, today everything of yours has been looted.
Main Rasan-Basta Chali Wada Nibhane Ke Liye Ghar Mein Qatil Ke Teri Masnad Bichane Ke Liye Kal Yahi Masnad Bana Dungi Teri Farsh-e-Aza
I go bound in ropes to fulfill my promise, To spread your prayer mat in the house of your killer. Tomorrow, I will make this very place your mourning assembly.
Bhai, Amma Aur Nana Ka, Pidar Ka Wasta Baat Kar Mujh Se Baradar, Khol De Aankhein Zara Dekh To Chehra Behen Ka, Kis Qadar Murjha Gaya
Brother, for the sake of Mother, Grandfather, and Father, Speak to me, brother, open your eyes just a little. Look at your sister's face, how much it has withered.
Laasha-e-Be-Sar Tarap Kar Yeh Sada Dene Laga Aye Behen Wada Nibha, Ke Main To Maqtal Se Chala Thi Sada Rehan-o-Sarwar, Haye Khwahar Alwida Alwida, Alwida, Alwida
The headless body writhed and began to call out: 'O sister, fulfill the promise, for I am departing from the battlefield.' This was the call of Rehan and Sarwar: 'Alas, sister, farewell.' Farewell, farewell, farewell.
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