Dekho Ay Kufiyo
Nadeem Sarwar
Bibi Zainab stands before the people of Kufa, questioning why they parade her without a veil after the tragedy of Karbala.
Dekho Ay Kufiyo
Look, O people of Kufa
Haye Zinab, Zainab
Alas, Zainab, Zainab
Dekho Ay Kufiyo. Me Zainab-e Dilgir-e Hu
Look, O people of Kufa, I am the grief-stricken Zainab
Sar Nange, Muje Kyu He Phiraya Me Wari Se Tathir-e Hu
Why have you paraded me with my head unveiled? I am the inheritor of the Verse of Purification (Tathir)
Ale Ahmed-e Ka Tamasha, Dekhene Aaye Ho Kyu. Apni Ghairat-e Ka Janaza, Dekhene Aaye Ho Kyu. Bebadan Me, Do Pe Lasha, Dekhene Aa Ye Ho Kyu. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu.
Why have you come to witness the spectacle of the family of Ahmad? Why have you come to witness the funeral of your own honor? Why have you come to see the body of the Prophet's grandson lying without a shroud? I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Jiska Sajda Kal Pe Yazda, Me Samaya Ho Hussain. Gir Ke Gore Pe Zamin Par, Jo Na Aaya Ho Hussain. Sar Pe Apne Jisko Tiro Ne Uthaya, Wo Hussain. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu.
He whose prostration was accepted by the Almighty, that is Hussain. He who did not return to the grave on earth, that is Hussain. He whose head was lifted by arrows, that is Hussain. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Puchete Ho Mujse Rone, Ka Sabab Ehle Japaa. He Tumhari Orte Parde Me Or Mai Be Ridaa. Mere Bache Mera Bhaayi, Be Khata Mara Gaya. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu
O cruel people, you ask me the reason for my weeping? Your women are in veils, and I am unveiled. My children and my brother were killed without any fault. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Be Kafan Jalti Zami Par, Aaj-e Bhi Sota He Jo. Ashke Ki Khayti Zamin Par, Aaj-e Bhi Hota He Jo. Be Ridaa Me Par Meri Neze Pe Hi Rota Hai Jo. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu
He who still sleeps on the burning ground without a shroud. He for whom tears still fall upon the earth today. He who weeps for my unveiled state even from the spear. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Wo Phase Gardan Se Jisko, Tere Dar Be Maar-e Kar. Kat-e Ke Sarlash-e Bedar, Chordi Thi Khaake Par. Phir Usi Ki Laash-e Par Le Aaye Mujko, Nange Sar. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu
He whose neck was pierced by the arrows of your cruelty. Having severed the head of the leader, they left the body in the dust. Then they brought me, unveiled, to that very body. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Jiska Ghazi So Gaye Darya Kanare Tash-e Na Lag. Kat Gaaye Bazu Jari Par, Or Kya Honga Gazab. Berida Me Hogayi Hu, Jiske Marne, Ke Sabab. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu
He whose Ghazi (Abbas) fell asleep by the riverbank, thirsty. His arms were severed in the path of God; what greater tragedy could there be? It is because of his martyrdom that I have become unveiled. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Oor Kandho Par Uthakar, Laaye Jo Akbar Ki Lash. Dafne Kardi Jisme Jalti, Khak-e Me Asghar Ki Lash. Bekafan Be Ghor-e Hai Shaah-e Bero Kar Ki Lash. Me Usi, Mazlum-e Karbal Ki Dukhi Hamshir-e Hu
He who carried the body of Akbar upon his shoulders. He who buried the body of Asghar in the burning sand. The body of the King of Karbala lies without a shroud or a grave. I am the sorrowful sister of that oppressed one of Karbala.
Sar Nange, Muje Kyu He Phiraya Me Wari Se Tathir-e Hu
Why have you paraded me with my head unveiled? I am the inheritor of the Verse of Purification (Tathir)
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