Khudara Haye Khudara
Irfan Haider
Bibi Sughra remains alone in Medina, writing sorrowful letters to her father, Imam Hussain. She waits in deep loneliness, longing for his return as she hears news of her family in Karbala.
Laut Bhi Aao Ay Mere Baba.... Tut Na Jaaye Saso Se Rishta.... Khudara Haye Khudara
Please return, oh my father... May the bond of my breath not break... Oh God, alas, oh God.
Haaye Haye Sughra Yeh Khat Mein Baba Ko Sughra Ne Likha Haale Tapa- Tumhare Baad Huwe Teen Eidi Baba Jaan- Shabe Baarat Huwi Dusre Mahine Aaiya- Baruye Hamza Nathi Mujh Mein Fateha Ki Tavaa- Arey Tamam Roz Tadapte Tadapte Raat Huwi- Hamare Ghar Mein Na Eid-E-Shabe Baarat Huwi- Hamare Ghar Mein Na Eid-E-Shabe Baarat Huwi.... Woh Roz To Gaya Din Eid-E-Fitr Ka Aaya- Ghaar Aan Kar Meri Humjoliyo Ne Rulwaya- Kisi Ne Gehna Kisi Ne Libas Dikhlaya- Koi Yeh Buli Ke Eide Mein Humne Yeh Paaya- Har Ek Kush Tha Magar Mere Lab Pe Naale The- Safar Mein Sab Meri Eidi Ke Dene Waale The- Safar Mein Sab Meri Eidi Ke Dene Waale The.... Woh Kush Ho Eid Mein Kya Jo Kalap Ka Maara Ho- Arey Qasam Lo Baba Jo Qurta Pbata Utaara Ho- Watan Mein Laut Ke Aana Jo Phir Tumhara Ho- To Phir Se Eid Ho Nauroz Bhi Dubara Ho- Arey Hamari Eid To Qunbe Ke Deed Hai Baba- Jab Aap Aaye Usi Roz Eid Hai Baba- Babaaa- Khudara Haye Khudara
Alas, alas, Sughra. In this letter, Sughra wrote to her father of her burning state: 'After you, three Eids have passed, dear father. The night of Barat came, the second month arrived. I have not the strength to recite the Fatiha at the grave of Hamza. Oh, the whole day I spent in agony, and then the night came. In our home, there was no Eid, no Shabe Barat. That day passed, and the day of Eid-ul-Fitr arrived. My playmates came home and made me weep. One showed me jewelry, another showed me clothes. Someone said, 'Look what we received for Eid.' Everyone was happy, but on my lips were only laments. In the journey, everyone was there to give me my Eid gift. How can one be happy on Eid who is struck by separation? I swear, Father, I have not even taken off the shirt I wore (since you left). If you return to our homeland, then it will be Eid again, and the New Year will dawn once more. Oh, our Eid is the sight of our family, Father. When you return, that very day is Eid, Father. Father... Oh God, alas, oh God.'
Hujro Mein Sare Shaam Diye Kaun Jalaye- Bus Mein Ho Ya Tanhai Hai Ya Dard Ke Saare- Arey Raat Andhero Mein Basar Karti Hu Baba- Khudara Haye Khudara
Who will light the lamps in the chambers at dusk? Whether I am in control or in solitude, it is all pain. Oh, I spend my nights in darkness, Father. Oh God, alas, oh God.
Yeh Haal Kiya Aap Ki Furqat Ne Ay Baba- Quran Bhi Padhti Hu To Banjaata Hai Noha- Arey Hota Nahi Aap Ke Bin Mera Guzara- Khudara Haye Khudara
This is the state your separation has brought me to, oh Father. Even when I recite the Quran, it becomes a lament. Oh, I cannot survive without you. Oh God, alas, oh God.
Qasim Kabhi Yaad Aaye Kabhi Akbar Zishaan- Yaad Aaye Sakina To Kabhi Asgare Naadan- Arey Kaun Hai Tanhayi Mein Jo Dega Dilasa- Khudara Haye Khudara
Sometimes I remember Qasim, sometimes the glorious Akbar. When I remember Sakina, then sometimes the innocent Asghar. Oh, who is there in this solitude to offer me comfort? Oh God, alas, oh God.
Tum Aao To Hamraah Chale Aayege Akbar - Armaan Nikalugi Unhe Dulha Banakar- Arey Baba Nahi Ab Meri Saanso Ka Bharosa-' Khudara Haye Khudara
If you return, Akbar will come along with you. I will fulfill my desires by making him a bridegroom. Oh Father, there is no guarantee of my breath now. Oh God, alas, oh God.
Sunti Hu Ke Qasim Ki Wahan Shadi Rachayi- Kya Fatima Sughra Ki Tumhe Yaad Na Aayi- Arey Waada Rahan Neg Nahi Mangugi Apna- Khudara Haye Khudara
I hear that you arranged Qasim's wedding there. Did you not remember Fatima Sughra? Oh, I promise I will not even ask for my wedding gift. Oh God, alas, oh God.
Woh Dard Jo Bimaar Ne Baba Ko Likhe The- "Rehan Ya Irfan" Bayaan Kaise Karege- Arey Kijiye Imdaad Anise Shahe Waala- Khudara Haye Khudara
The pain that the sick one wrote to her father, how can 'Rehan or Irfan' describe it? Oh, grant your help, oh King of the High. Oh God, alas, oh God.
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