Bhayya Ghareeb
Mir Hasan Mir
Bibi Zainab mourns for her brother Hussain and laments that she could not provide a shroud for him. She recalls the painful journey to the prison in Shaam.
Ay Mere Bhai Hussain Bhaya Gharib Zainab Tera Kafan Na Layi
(O my brother Hussain) (O my poor brother, your sister Zainab could not bring your shroud)
Lash-e-Hussain Par Hai, Zainab Ki Ye Duhaayi
Over the body of Hussain, this is Zainab's cry of lamentation
Misl-e-Batool Haq Se Mehroom Hu Mei Ab Tak Shabbir Tere Gham Mei, Maghmoom Hu Mei Ab Tak Tarpa Rahi Hai Mujhko, Abbas Ki Judaayi
Like Batool (Fatima), I am deprived of my rights even now O Shabbir, in grief for you, I am sorrowful even now The separation from Abbas continues to torment me
Afsos Ke Sakina, Nazo(n) Se Jo Pali Hai Jo Tum Ko Yaad Karke, Zindaa Mei Chalbasi Hai Usko Mili Na Bhayya, Zindaan Se Rihaayi
Alas, Sakina, who was raised with such tenderness Who passed away in the prison while remembering you She never found release from the prison, my brother
Ham Par Sitam Ay Bhayya, Dhate Rahe Sitamghar Sayyedaniyo(n) Ke Sar Mei, Ati Thi Khaak Urhkar Bazaar Ka Wo Manzar, Zainab Na Bhool Paayi
O brother, the oppressors continued to inflict tyranny upon us Dust would fly and settle upon the heads of the noble ladies (Sayyedas) That scene of the bazaar, Zainab could never forget
Baalo(n) Se Mu(n) Chupa Kar, Bazaar Mei Gayi Thi Narghe Mei Ashkiya(n) Ke, Beparda Mei Khari Thi Guzri Hai Kya Behen Par, Kaise Batawu Bhaayi
Hiding my face with my hair, I went through the bazaar Surrounded by the wicked, I stood unveiled How can I tell you, brother, what your sister has endured
Sajjad Ke Ye Dil Par, Dushwaar Marhala Tha Zanjeer Ko Sambhaale, Beemar Ro Raha Tha Aal-e-Nabi Khule Sar, Darbar Mei Jo Ayi
It was a difficult trial for the heart of Sajjad Clutching his chains, the ailing Imam was weeping When the family of the Prophet arrived in the court, unveiled
Sabse Bari Musibat, Kya Hai Kisi Ne Poocha Beemar Sar Jhuka Kar, Rote Huwe Ye Bola Behno(n) Ko Shaam Jana, Zainab Ki Beridaayi
When someone asked, 'What is the greatest tragedy?' The ailing Imam, bowing his head, said while weeping 'Taking the sisters to Shaam, and the unveiling of Zainab'
Misl-e-Batool Akse Mehroom Hu Mei Ab Tak Shabbir Tere Gham Mei, Maghmoom Hu Mei Ab Tak Tarpa Rahi Hai Mujhko, Abbas Ki Judaayi
Like Batool (Fatima), I am deprived of my rights even now O Shabbir, in grief for you, I am sorrowful even now The separation from Abbas continues to torment me
Is Aik Saanhay Par, Aksar Muhib Ne Socha Barbaad Ho Gaya Jab, Aal-e-Nabi Ka Kumba Baad-e-Hussain Kyu Kar, Baaqi Rahi Khudaayi
Upon this one tragedy, Muhib has often pondered When the family of the Prophet was devastated How did the world remain, after Hussain?
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