Jaise Jaise Raat Ja Rahi Hai
Nadeem Sarwar · 2005
The night before Ashura passes slowly in the camp of Imam Hussain. The family prepares for the morning of sacrifice.
Jaise Jaise Raat Ja Rahi Hai
As the night is passing by
Ek Alam Ke Saaye May Qaime, Mehwe Dua Qaimo May Pyase Pyaso Ki Awaaz Fiza May, Shukre Khuda Dohra Rahi Hai
Tents stand under the shadow of one standard, the thirsty are lost in prayer within them; the voices of the thirsty in the atmosphere are repeating praises to God.
Jaise Jaise Raat Ja Rahi Hai
As the night is passing by
Door Watan Se Kuch Pardesi Seh Ke Aziyat Tishnalabi Ki Dekh Rahe Hai Jaanibe Darya Mauj Qayamat Dha Rahi Hai
Far from home, some strangers endure the agony of thirst; looking towards the river, the waves are wreaking havoc like the Day of Judgment.
Aamne Samne Do Lashkar Sabr Idhar Us Ja Khanjar Hai Fauj Idhar Masroofe Ibadat Ek Tayghein Chamka Rahi Hai
Two armies face each other; patience is on this side, while daggers are on that side. This army is occupied in worship, while that one is brandishing swords.
Ek Behan Ko Fikr Yehi Hai Raat Ye Kyon Dhalti Jati Hai Iski Sehar Ke Peeche Peeche Subhe Shahadat Aa Rahi Hai
A sister is worried about why this night is fading away; following the dawn of this night, the morning of martyrdom is approaching.
Kehti Hai Bachon Se Maayein Aao Tumhein Aaj Sayjayein Waqt Yehi Qurbani Ka Hai Deen Pe Musibat Aa Rahi Hai
Mothers say to their children, 'Come, let us adorn you today; this is the time for sacrifice, a calamity is befalling the faith.'
Wo Jo Shabihe Payghambar Hai Das Pe Sina Ki Uska Jigar Hai Maut Usi Ki Khaatir Naiza Maqtal May Lehra Rahi Hai
He who is the likeness of the Prophet, his heart is pierced by a spear; for his sake, death is waving its spear in the battlefield.
Jhoola Jhoolne Wala Bacha Lori Sunkar Bhi Na Soya Bache Ko Aadabe Shahadat Lori Khud Samjha Rahi Hai
The child in the cradle did not sleep even after hearing the lullaby; the lullaby itself is teaching the child the etiquette of martyrdom.
Saath Isay Is Ban May Ek Maa Baal Khule Bahaale Pareshan Jhaadti Hai Maqtal Ki Zameen Ko Roti Hai Thar-Ra Rahi Hai
With him in this desert is a mother, hair disheveled, in a state of distress; she sweeps the ground of the battlefield, weeping and trembling.
Rakhdo Qalam Rehan O Sarwar Dard Bhara Hai Subho Ka Manzar Lehjaye Akbar Se Jo Ubhri Hote Azan Wo Aa Rahi Hai
Put down the pen, Rehan and Sarwar, the scene of the morning is filled with pain; the call to prayer that rose from the voice of Akbar is approaching.
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