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Bechayn Hai Zainab

Bechayn Hai Zainab

Shahid Baltistani

Bibi Zainab calls out to her nephew Ali Akbar in the empty tents of Karbala. She asks him to return to her because the house feels lonely without him.

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Bechayn Hai Zainab Aaja, Veeran Hai Ghar Ali Akbar, Mere Laal Tu Lot Ke Aaja, Bechayn Hai Zainab Aaja

Zainab is restless, come back. The house is desolate, Ali Akbar. My son, please return to me; Zainab is restless, come back.

Bechayn Hai Zainab

Zainab is restless.

(Pardes Ki Is Ghurbat Mei) Ham Jaaye Kahaa(n) Batlaaja

In this poverty of a foreign land, tell me, where are we to go?

Athara Baras Paala Tujhko (Tu Ghar Se Gaya Na Bahir) (Dil Dub Gaya Hai Beta) Ghar Lot Ke Ab To Aaja

I raised you for eighteen years (you never even went outside the house). My heart has sunk, my son; now, please return home.

Hai Waasta Tere Baba Ka (Haathon Ke Mere Nawaalon Ka) (Marne Ki Ummar Thi Teri) Ik Baar Mujhe Samja Ja

I swear by your father, and by the morsels I fed you with my own hands—this was not the age for you to die—come and console me just once.

Lagta Hai Watan Na Jaawungi (Gut Gut Ke Marjaawungi) (Jeenay Ki Karungi Tamanna) Ik Baar Tu Wapas Aaja

It feels as though I will not return to my homeland; I will die suffocating in this grief. I will yearn to live, so please, come back just once.

Zanjeer Mei Jakra Hai Kunba (Sar Neze Par Hai Tera) (Aankho(n) Se Lahu Barsaawu(n)) Mei Kab Tak Ye Batlaaja

The family is shackled in chains, and your head is upon a spear. How long must I shed tears of blood? Tell me.

Teri Yaadei(n) Hai Aur Zainab Hai (Hamshakl-E-Payambar Akbar) (Du Dil Ko Tasalli Kaise) Ye Baat Zara Batlaaja

There is only your memory and Zainab left, O Akbar, who resembled the Prophet. How can I console my heart? Please, tell me this.

"Rehan" Fughaa(n) Thi Zainab Ki (Ye Shaam Ke Bazaaro(n) Mei) (Dukhyaari Phuphi Kehti Hai) Akbar Mere Akbar Aaja

Rehan, this was the lament of Zainab in the bazaars of Shaam. The grief-stricken aunt cries out: 'Akbar, my Akbar, come back.'

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