Aye Muslim-e-Ghareeb
Mir Hasan Mir · 2013
Bibi Zahra arrives in Kufa to mourn the tragic death of Muslim ibn Aqeel. She laments the cruelty he faced and the suffering of his children.
Aye Muslim-e-Ghareeb
O, the stranger Muslim (ibn Aqeel)
Kar Rahi Thi Lashae Muslim Pe Ye Zahra Buka
Lady Zahra was lamenting over the body of Muslim
Ya Ali, Ya Ali Koofe Me Fir Aayi Hai Rone Sayyeda Aap Par Jab Ibne Muljim Ne Kiya Sajde Me Waar Hath Pehlu Par Rakhe Yaha Aai Thi Me Pehli Baar Aaj Fir Us Haal Me Zahra Ko Hai Aana Pada
Ya Ali, Ya Ali, the Lady (Zahra) has come to Kufa again to weep. When Ibn Muljim struck you while you were in prostration, I came here for the first time, holding my side (in pain). Today, I have had to return in that same state.
Koofe Walo Ne Ise Milkar Hai Maara Ya Ali Lashae Muslim Hai Aise Para Para Ya Ali Jism Hai Sara Mere Bache Ka Zakhmo Se Bhara
The people of Kufa have gathered and killed him, Ya Ali. The body of Muslim is torn to pieces, Ya Ali. My child's entire body is filled with wounds.
Kis Tarah Maine Sambhala Kis Tarah Thamba Ise Kya Batau Mai Khadi Thi Hath Phailaye Hue Darul Ammara Se Jab Tha Lashae Muslim Gira
How I steadied him, how I held him—how can I describe it? I was standing there with my hands outstretched when the body of Muslim fell from the Darul Ammara.
Kuch Hi Din Me Phir Yaha Aungi Mai Roti Hui Iske Bacho Par Chalegi Jab Ke Haris Ki Churi Mai Sambhalungi Unhe Aakar Ruqaiyya Ki Jagah
In just a few days, I will return here weeping, when the knife of Haris strikes his children. I will come to comfort them, taking the place of Ruqaiyya.
Dushmani Ale Nabi Se Is Tarha Dikhlaenge Yu Mohd Aur Ibrahim Mare Jaenge Naam Ka Bhi Paas Rakhenge Na Kuch Ehle Jafa
They will show their enmity towards the Prophet's family in this way; thus will Muhammad and Ibrahim be killed. These oppressors will not even respect the name (of the Prophet).
Kar Rahe Hai Zulm Ki Tafseer Ye Chehro Ke Neel Kat Rahi Hai Aaj Jo Dar Dar Ye Aulade Aqeel Hai Yaqeenan Ye Mere Bacho Se Ulfat Ki Saza
The bruises on their faces are an interpretation of the cruelty; the children of Aqeel are being slaughtered from door to door today. This is surely the punishment for their love for my children.
Bain The Akbar Zabane Sayyada Par Bas Yahi Sath Zainab Ke Yaha Fir Mujhko Aana Hai Abhi Shaam Tak Lejaega Koofe Se Ghum Ka Silsila
These were the laments on the tongue of the Lady, Akbar: 'I must come here again with Zainab. The chain of grief will lead from Kufa all the way to Shaam.'
Aye Muslim-e-Ghareeb
O, the stranger Muslim
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