Ghodo Se Pamal Hua
Safdar Abbas
A mother mourns the loss of her son Qasim on the plains of Karbala. She cries out in sorrow as his body is found trampled after the battle.
Phool Se Nazuk Wo Badan Haay Wo Ibne Hasan Ghodo Se Pamaal Hua Barsare Karbobala
That body, delicate as a flower—alas, that son of Hasan, Was trampled by horses on the plains of Karbala.
Mere Qasim Ka Badan Ghodo Se Pamaal Hua Ae Khuda Wa Waila
My Qasim's body was trampled by horses, O God, the lamentation!
Bain Farwa Ne Kiye Roke Sare Dashte Bala Ae Khuda Wawaila
Farwa wept and lamented, stopping in the middle of the plains of calamity, O God, the lamentation!
Para Para Hai Badan Dasht Me Bikhra Hua Mere Bache Pe Hui Haay Kesi Ye Jafa Koi Kya Jane Bhala Tukde Hua Dil Mera Mere Allah Kaha Jau Mai Ab Tu Hi Bata Ae Khuda Wawaila
His body is scattered in pieces across the desert, Alas, what cruelty was inflicted upon my child! Who could possibly understand that my heart has been torn to pieces? My God, where should I go now? You tell me, O God, the lamentation!
Dile Madar Hai Bhala Sabr Aae Kyu Kar Sue Maqtal Hai Meri Jab Bhi Padti Hai Nazar Mere Ankho Se Tapakta Hai Mera Khoone Jigar Haay Kya Haal Hua Hoga Mere Bache Ka Ae Khuda Wawaila
How can a mother's heart find patience? Whenever my gaze falls toward the place of slaughter, My heart's blood drips from my eyes. Alas, what must have become of my child? O God, the lamentation!
Dasht Me Loota Gaya Haay Zahra Ka Chaman Ran Me Pamaal Hua Bekhata Ibne Hasan Para Para Hua Haay Mere Masoom Ka Tan Mai Dare Khaima Pe Karti Rahi Faryado Buka Ae Khuda Wawaila
In the desert, alas, Zahra's garden was plundered, In the battlefield, the innocent son of Hasan was trampled. Alas, the body of my innocent one was torn to pieces, While I kept crying out and lamenting at the door of the tent, O God, the lamentation!
Dasht Me Bikhre Hue The Badan Ke Aaza Dhundhne Maqtal Me Jab Chale Shahe Huda Dekhi Bhai Ki Nishani To Jigar Chalni Hua Ek Ek Tukde Pe Sheh Ne Kiya Rokar Noha Ae Khuda Wawaila
The limbs of his body were scattered in the desert, When the King of Guidance (Hussain) went to search the battlefield, Seeing the sign of his brother, his heart was pierced with grief, Over every single piece, the King wept and lamented, O God, the lamentation!
Shaah Karte The Ye Bain Ae Mere Noore Ain De Bas Ek Baar Sada Ae Mere Dil Ke Chayn Teri Awaaz Pe Dhundhega Teri Laash Hussain Har Qadam Pe Kiya Shabbir Ne Yehi Girya Ae Khuda Wawaila
The King would lament, 'O light of my eyes, Give me just one call, O peace of my heart. At the sound of your voice, Hussain will search for your corpse.' At every step, Shabbir wept this same lament, O God, the lamentation!
Ae Mere Laal Bata Kya Kare Teri Maa Noor Aankho Ka Gaya Tujhko Dhundhu Mai Kaha Aake Ek Baar Gale Lagja Mere Tashna Dahaa Surate Ibne Hasan Dekhlu Ek Baar Zara Ae Khuda Wawaila
O my son, tell me, what should your mother do? The light of my eyes is gone; where should I search for you? Come and embrace me once, O my thirsty one, Let me see the face of the son of Hasan just once, O God, the lamentation!
Dile Madar Hai Bhala Kese Paega Suku Kha Gaya Ghum Ye Mujhe Mai Bhala Kese Jiyu Ye Muqaddar Me Likha Hai Mai Sada Roti Rahu Sabr Mujhko Tu Ata Karde Bahaqqe Zahra Ae Khuda Wawaila
How can a mother's heart ever find peace? This grief has consumed me; how can I live? It is written in my destiny that I must keep weeping, Grant me patience, for the sake of Zahra, O God, the lamentation!
Haay Safdar Ye Kiya Maa Ne Rokar Noha Kese Likhu Mai Bhala Thi Qayamat Barpa Laaye Jab Laash Ke Tukdo Ko Shahe Karbobala Dasht Me Goonj Uthi Madare Qasim Ki Sada Ae Khuda Wawaila
Alas, Safdar, this is the lament the mother made while weeping, How can I write it? It was a scene of resurrection (apocalypse). When the King of Karbala brought the pieces of the corpse, The voice of Qasim's mother echoed in the desert, O God, the lamentation!
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