Beta Sajjad Utho
Mir Hasan Mir
Bibi Zainab calls out to Imam Sajjad in the aftermath of the tragedy of Karbala. She asks him to rise as the tents burn and the family is left without protectors.
Sajjad Utho
Sajjad, arise.
Beta Sajjad Utho Shaam e Ghareeba'n... Beta
My son Sajjad, arise, The Evening of the Strangers (Shaam-e-Ghareeban) is here... My son.
Shaam e Ghareeba'n Me Tha Zainab Ka Noha, Jal Gaye Khaime Mera Koi Bhi Na Raha.
In the Evening of the Strangers, it was Zainab's lament, The tents have burned, and I have no one left.
Qasim Hain Na Ab Ali Akbar Qatl Hue Abbas e Dilawar. Khil Gaya Khil Kar Keh K Gale Par Koi Nahi Ab Monis o Yawar.
Qasim is gone, and Ali Akbar is no more; the brave Abbas has been slain. With a throat slit open, there is no one left to be my companion or helper.
Tashna Labo'n K Khoon Me Dubi Karbobala Ki Paak Zami'n Hai, Malzoomo Bewo'n Ka Sahara Koi Nahi Ab Koi Nahi Hai.
The holy land of Karbala is drowned in the blood of the thirsty-lipped, There is no one left to support the oppressed widows, no one at all.
Nanhe Mushahid Gesuoo'n Wale Sher e Jari Ki Maa Ko Sambhalo, Wo Hai Mere Asghar Ki Nishani Jhule Ko Jalne Se Bachalo.
Comfort the mother of the brave lion (Ali Asghar) with the tiny, tangled locks, That is the relic of my Asghar; save the cradle from burning.
Maar Raha Hai Shimr Tamache Neel Pade Hain Rukhsaro'n Par, Sun Sun K Beti Ki Sadayen Kaanp Uth-Ta Hai Laashaye Sarwar.
Shimr is striking slaps, bruises have formed on their cheeks, Hearing the cries of the daughter, the body of the Master (Hussain) trembles.
Roko Sitamgaro'n Ko Roko Uttho Mere Beta Uth Jao, Sher Se Bete Ko Dekha Hai Khoo'n Me Nahaye Barchi Khaye.
Stop the oppressors, stop them; arise, my son, get up, I have seen my lion-like son bathed in blood, struck by a spear.
Dekho Zara Kya Zulm Hua Hai Dekh Hui Hai Kaisi Tabahi, Itni Tassali Do Kubra Ko Bewa Hui Ik Raat Ki Biyahi.
Look at what cruelty has occurred, see what devastation has taken place, Give some comfort to Kubra, she who was a bride for only one night and is now a widow.
Maadar Kitni Tadpi Royi Haye Kisi Ne Rehem Na Khaya, Teer Laga Asghar K Gale Par Mara Gaya Besheer Bhi Pyasa.
How the mother writhed and wept, alas, no one showed mercy, An arrow struck Asghar's throat; even the suckling infant was killed while thirsty.
Sher Se Bete Ko Dekha Hai Khoo'n Me Nahaye Barchi Khaye, Dil Pe Jawa'n Bete Ka Gham Hai Maa Uski Kahi'n Mar Na Jaye.
I have seen my lion-like son bathed in blood, struck by a spear, The grief of the young son weighs on my heart; I fear his mother might die from it.
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