Haye Akbar Jawa'n
Syed Raza Abbas Zaidi · 2017
Imam Hussain calls out to his mother, Bibi Fatima, to help him lift the body of his young son, Ali Akbar, from the battlefield.
Haye Akbar Jawa'n, Mera Jawa'n Haye Akbar Jawa'n
Alas, my young Akbar, my youth, alas my young Akbar.
Laash Akbar Ki Mere Saath Uthao Amma Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
Mother, come help me lift Akbar's body. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Laash Akbar Ki Mere Saath Uthao Amma Guthniyo Chalta Hua Laash Talak Aa To Gaya Uski Khushbu Se Mai Akbar Ka Pata Paa To Gaya Dil Ki Quwat Magar Is Baar Mujhe Chahiye Hai Quwat E Haider E Qarraar Mujhe Chahiye Hai Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
Mother, come help me lift Akbar's body. I have reached the body, crawling on my knees. By his scent, I found the location of Akbar. But this time, I need the strength of my heart, I need the strength of Haider-e-Qarrar (Ali). Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Humne Socha Hi Kaha'n Tha Ke Ye Dina Ayega Ye Mera Laal Mere Saamne Mar Jayega Haal Jo Dil Ka Hai Amma Wo Batau Kaise Naujawani Ko Zaeefi Mein Uthau Kaise Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
We had never even imagined that this day would come, That this son of mine would die before my eyes. Mother, how can I describe the state of my heart? How can I, in my old age, carry the body of my youth? Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Haath Ka Zor Gaya Dil Ki Tawanayi Gayi Hosla Toot Gaya Aankh Se Beenyi Gayi Tere Shabbir Ka Ab Dil Na Sambhal Payega Dum Mera Saath Mein Akbar Ke Nikal Jayega Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
The strength of my hands is gone, the vitality of my heart has departed. My courage is broken, my eyesight has faded. Your Shabbir's heart will not be able to hold itself together now; My soul will depart along with Akbar's. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Apni Tanhayi Ka Kya Haal Batau Tumko Zakhm E Dil Khol Ke Kis Tarha Dikhau Tumko Aaj Pehlu Pe Rakha Haath Utha Le Amma Laash Ko Mai, Mujhe Aap Sambhale Amma Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
How can I tell you of my loneliness? How can I open my heart's wounds to show you? Mother, lift the hand I have placed on his side today. I will carry the body, but you must support me, Mother. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Aap Sirhane Pe Aajaye To Kuch Haath Bate Yaa Se Khaime Ka Safar Amma Tere Saath Kate Amma Akbar Ke Jo Seene Pe Nazar Padti Hai Jaise Ek Aur Sina Dil Mein Mere Gadhti Hai Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
If you come to his head, perhaps it will lighten my burden, And the journey from here to the tents will pass with you, Mother. Mother, whenever my gaze falls upon Akbar's chest, It is as if another spear pierces my own heart. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Haye Sehre Ki Jagah Khoon Hai Mathe Pe Saja Naiza Zalim Ka Hai Is Chaand Se Seeene Pe Laga Dil Ke Armaan Ko Hai Khaak Mein Milte Dekha Ediya'n Khaak Pe Hai Isko Ragadte Dekha Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
Alas, instead of a wedding garland, blood is adorned upon his forehead. The tyrant's spear has struck this moon-like chest. I have seen the desires of my heart turn to dust, I have seen him rubbing his heels against the earth in agony. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
Bhai Abbas Jo Hota To Madad Ko Aata Laasha Akbar Ka Mere Saath Mein Wo Uthwata Is Mere Sher Ka Laasha Jo Mere Haath Mein Hai Amma Ab Saath Mei Tum Ho Ya Khuda Saath Mein Hai Hum Likhe Jaate Hai Aur Sheh Ka Karam Bolta Hai Bil Yaqee'n Dil Ki Zubaa'n Mera Qalam Bolta Hai Saari Duniya Mein Raza Sahib E Tauqeer Hu Mai Nauhakhwani Mein Sare Hazrat E Shabbir Hu Mai Aake Maqtal Mein Mera Haath Batao Amma Haath Batao Amma..
If brother Abbas were here, he would have come to help, He would have helped me lift Akbar's body. This body of my lion that is in my arms, Mother, whether you are with me now or God is with me, I am merely writing, but it is the Imam's grace that speaks. Without a doubt, my pen speaks the language of my heart. In the whole world, Raza, I am a man of honor, In the art of Noha-reciting, I am at the service of Hazrat Shabbir. Come to the battlefield and lend me your hand, Mother. Lend me your hand, Mother.
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