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Jhoola (Mola Ali Asghar)

Shahid Baltistani · 2023

A mother rocks the empty cradle of her baby, Ali Asghar, remembering the day he was taken.

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Haye Asghar, Haye Asghar Haye Ali Asghar, Haye Ali Asghar

Alas, Asghar, alas, Asghar Alas, Ali Asghar, alas, Ali Asghar

Maa Nay Rotey Hue Asghar Ka Jhulaya Jhoola

Weeping, the mother rocked the cradle of Asghar

Kabhi Chooma Kabhi Seene Say Lgaya Jhoola Dekh Kar Roti Rahi Asghr E Besheer Ko Maa Shab E Ashoor Bohot Dair Jhulaya Jhoola

Sometimes she kissed it, sometimes she held the cradle to her chest Seeing the suckling Asghar, the mother kept weeping On the eve of Ashura, she rocked the cradle for a long time

Ro Pari Bano E Muztar Jo Yeh Manzar Dekha Khaaq Pey Hath Say Bachi Nay Banaya Jhoola

Bano, the distressed, wept when she saw this sight With her hands, the little girl (Sakina) had made a cradle in the dust

Ali Asghr Ko Sada Dey Kar Tarapti Thi Rubab Raastay May Ju Kabhi Saamne Aya Jhoola

Rubab would writhe in agony, calling out to Ali Asghar Whenever the cradle appeared before her on the path

Bhai Ki Yaad May Rotey Hue Behosh Hui Jab Nazar Fatima Sughra Ko Na Aya Jhoola

She fainted while weeping in memory of her brother When Fatima Sughra did not see the cradle

Rakh Bhi Ayi Hay Lootey Hue Asbaab Ky Sath Kalma Goyo Nay Hy Kuch Aese Jalaya Jhoola

Even the ashes have come back with the looted belongings This is how the 'believers' (the army) burned the cradle

Agai Shaam Se Rotey Hue Asghar Ki Behan Jab Sar E Farsh E Aza Hum Ny Uthaya Jhoola

Asghar's sister returned from Shaam, weeping When we raised the cradle on the floor of mourning (majlis)

Neem Shab Aati Hy Bibi Koi Girya Karna Jab Say Ghr May Ali Asghar Ka Sajaya Jhoola

In the middle of the night, a Lady comes to weep Ever since the cradle of Ali Asghar was set up in the house

Phir Kabhi Rizq Ki Tanggi Nahi Dekhi Yasir Rooz E Ashoor Ju Faqay May Uthaya Jhoola

Yasir, I have never seen scarcity of sustenance again Since I lifted the cradle during the hunger of the Day of Ashura

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