Haaza Min Karame Hussain Ibne Ali
Irfan Haider
A devoted follower reflects on the blessings and legacy of love for Imam Hussain that he inherited from his family. He expresses deep gratitude for being able to serve the Imam throughout his life.
Hussain Ya Hussain Yabnaz Zehra .....Ya Hussain,hussain Hussain Hussain, Hussain. Ye Meri Izzato Taukeer Tera Sadqa Hai Ye Meri Ashko Ki Jagir Tera Sadqa Hai Mujhko Jo Kuch Bhi Mila Maula Tere Dar Se Mila....... Meri Dhadkan Se Hamawaqt Sadaa Aati Hai. .. Ya Hussain
Hussain, O Hussain. O son of Zahra, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain. This honor and dignity of mine is a gift from You. This legacy of my tears is a gift from You. Whatever I have received, Master, I have received from Your threshold. From my heartbeat, this call comes at every moment: O Hussain.
Haaza Min Karame Hussain Ibne Ali
This is from the generosity of Hussain, son of Ali.
Sayyada Fatima Zehra Ka Huwa Mujhpe Karam, Mil Gaya Farshe Aza Aur Alam, Aur Kya Mangu Bhalaaaa Tujhse Mujhe Kya Na Mila Ankh Kholi To Mujhe Ghar Me Azakhana Mila.... Jab Alam Dekha Toh Ye Baat Kahiiìiiii......
The grace of Sayyada Fatima Zehra descended upon me, and I was blessed with the mourning carpet (farshe aza) and the standard (alam). What more could I possibly ask for? What have I not received from You? When I opened my eyes, I found a house of mourning (azakhana) in my own home. When I saw the standard, I said this...
Mujhko Maa Baap Se Virse Me Milaa Farshe Aza, Ye Mukaddar Na Farishto Ko Mila, Tarbiyat Aysi Miliiiiiii Khud Hi Sajaata Hu Alam Bhul Jaata Hu Zamane Ke Sabhi Ranjo Alam, Likhne Wale Ne Ye Taqdeer Likhiiiii......
I inherited the mourning carpet from my parents; a destiny not even granted to the angels. I received such an upbringing, That I decorate the standard (alam) myself. I forget all the sorrows and griefs of the world. The Writer of Destiny wrote this fate for me...
Aag Par Chalna, Ye Zanjeer Zani Aur Kamaa, Zindagi Jeete Hai Bas Ehle Aza, Khoon Tehleel Huwaaaaaa Par Na Mujhe Aayi Qaza, Ek Zanjeer Se Das Logoh Ne Maatam Bhi Kiya, Khoon Behne Se Meri Maut Tali...
Walking on fire, this chain-beating (zanjeer zani) and the bow (kamaa), Only the mourners (ehle aza) truly live life. My blood dissolved, Yet death did not come to me. Ten people mourned with a single chain, By the shedding of blood, my death was averted...
Haath Sine Pe Agar Maaro Toh Ruk Jaata Hai Dil, Saas Lene Se Bhi Katrata Hai Dil, Umr Bhar Karta Rahaaaa Matame Shabbir Bapa Na Ruki Saas Na Is Dilne Dhadakna Choda Dilki Dhadkan Se Sada Aane Lagiiiì.........
If I strike my chest with my hand, my heart stops, My heart hesitates even to take a breath. All my life I have continued, To perform the mourning (matam) of Shabbir. Neither did my breath stop, nor did this heart cease to beat, From the heartbeat of my heart, a call began to arise...
Aagaya Mera Bulawa Jo Sue Karbobala Mai Bina Zaade Safar Ghar Se Chaala Ankh Me Ashke Azaaaaa Lab Pe Buka Sinaa Zani Jab Chala Ghar Se Mere Sath Tha Saman Yahi Karbala Dekhi Toh Mai Bola Yahi
When my call came towards Karbala, I left home without any provisions for the journey. With tears of mourning in my eyes, And lamentation and chest-beating on my lips. When I left home, this was the only provision I had with me. When I saw Karbala, I said this:
Karbala Ho Ya Madina Ho Ke Mashad Ya Najaf Har Ziyarat Ka Mila Mujhko Sharaf Saari Duniya Me Gayaaaaa Aur Yahi Noha Padha Mai Toh Shabbir Ka Zakir Hu Meri Baaat Hi Kya Mujhko Is Dar Se Hi Taukeer Mili...
Whether it be Karbala, Madina, Mashhad, or Najaf, I received the honor of every pilgrimage. I traveled the whole world, And recited this Noha: I am merely a reciter (zakir) of Shabbir, what is my worth? It is only from this threshold that I received my honor...
Mere Hamraah Wo Karta Hai Aqide Ka Safar Mere Jaisa Hai Mera Lakhte Jigar Kaam Kuch Aur Nahiìiiii Majliso Matam Ke Siwa Shukr Sad Shukr Ke Awlaad Ko Virsaa Ye Mila Noha Padhta Hai Mera Naade Ali......
He travels the journey of faith alongside me, My beloved child is just like me. He has no other work, Except for gatherings (majlis) and mourning (matam). A thousand thanks that my children inherited this legacy, My Naade Ali recites the Noha...
Hurr Ke Laashe Pe Juhi Pohche Shahen Shahe Huda Aankh Me Ashq The Aur Lab Pe Bukaa Hurr Ki Peshani Koooooo Rumaal Jo Zahra Ka Mila Apni Taqdeer Pe Naaza Vo Dilafgaar Huwa Hurr Ke Laashe Se Sadaa Aane Lagi
As soon as the King of Guidance (Hussain) reached the body of Hurr, There were tears in his eyes and lamentation on his lips. On the forehead of Hurr, When the handkerchief of Zahra was found, He, the broken-hearted one, became proud of his destiny. From the body of Hurr, a call began to arise...
Roz Ek Noha Nayaa Likhta Hai Mazhar Ka Kalam Mujhpe Maula Ka Hai Ye Khaas Karam Aur Saitees Barasssss Hogae Irfaane Aza Zikre Shabbir Se Ek Pal Bhi Tu Ghaafil Na Raha Hamne Mimbar Pe Yahi Baat Kahiiiii.......
Every day, the pen of Mazhar writes a new Noha, This is the special grace of the Master upon me. And thirty-seven years have passed, Since I attained the realization of mourning (irfaane aza). Not for a single moment did I remain negligent of the remembrance of Shabbir. From the pulpit (mimbar), this is what I have said...
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