Kufa Mein Ujar Ke Karbala Se

Chacha Muslim Radayien Maang Kar Roye Nahi Thay Magar Sayadaniyan Bhi Be-Rada Hain Saath Meray Woh Tanha Qaid Ho Kar Sar Katana Aur Tha Radayien Dekhtay Naizon Pe Aana Aur Hai

Uncle Muslim did not weep while asking for veils, But the ladies of the Prophet's house are with me, unveiled. For him to be imprisoned alone and then martyred was one thing, But to see the veils (of my family) appearing on the spears is quite another.

Watan Se Karbala Tak Saath Saya Ban Ke Aaye Chacha Abbas Parday Mein Phuphi Amma Ko Laye Phuphi Zainab Ka Woh Mehmil Mein Jana Aur Tha Bina Chadar Ke Yun Kufay Mein Aana Aur Hai

From home to Karbala, they came as my shadow, Uncle Abbas brought my aunt (Zainab) in the protection of a veil. For my aunt Zainab to travel in a curtained litter was one thing, But to arrive in Kufa without a veil is quite another.

Usi Kufa Ke Hakim Jab Meray Dada Ali Thay Riwayat Thi Hamari Hum Radayien Baant-Tay Thay Radayien Baantnay Ka Woh Zamana Tha Radayien Maangnay Ka Yeh Zamana Aur Hai

When my grandfather Ali was the ruler of this very Kufa, It was our tradition to distribute veils (to the needy). That was an era of distributing veils, This era of begging for veils is quite another.

Agar Aulad Walay Ho To Samjho Gay Yeh Sadma Meri Maa Dekh Aayi Khaak Par Asghar Ka Lasha Woh Amma Ka Usay Lori Sunana Aur Tha Jalay Jhooley Ko Seenay Se Lagana Aur Hai

If you have children, you will understand this grief, My mother (Zainab) saw Asghar's body on the dust. For a mother to sing a lullaby to him was one thing, But to hold his burnt cradle to her chest is quite another.

Sinan Seenay Pe Maqtal Mein Ali Akbar Ne Khayi Mujhay Karbal Se Ummat Hai Sar-E-Bazaar Layi Sinan Ek Baar Hi Seenay Pe Khana Aur Tha Musalsal Qatl Hotay Shaam Jana Aur Hai

Ali Akbar took the spear in his chest on the battlefield, But this nation has brought me from Karbala to the marketplace. To take a spear in the chest once was one thing, But to be killed continuously while traveling to Damascus is quite another.

Ujar Ke Karbala Se Shaam Tak Mein Aa Chuka Hoon Khuda Janay Badan Par Zakhm Kitnay Kha Chuka Hoon Chacha Ke Saath Woh Rasta Banana Aur Tha Bandhay Hathon Se Logon Ko Hatana Aur Hai

Devastated, I have traveled from Karbala to Damascus, God knows how many wounds I have endured on my body. To clear a path alongside my uncle was one thing, But to push people aside with bound hands is quite another.

Haan Azadaro Na Abid Ke Huay Sadmay Tamam Baad Kufa Ke Jo Pohancha Be-Watan Bazaar-E-Shaam Qafilay Ki Raah Mein Phir Ek Sawali Aa Gaya Woh Musafir Naam Jis Ka Sahl Ibn-E-Saad Tha Poocha Us Ne Khoon-E-Maula Ro Rahay Ho Kis Liye Tab Ghareeb-E-Shaam Yeh Thamay Kamar Kehnay Lagay

Yes, mourners, Abid's tragedies did not end, After Kufa, when he reached the homeless marketplace of Damascus, Another questioner appeared on the caravan's path, A traveler whose name was Sahl ibn-e-Saad. He asked, 'Why do you weep, O Master's blood?' Then the Stranger of Damascus, holding his back, began to say:

Sahl Dekho Sinan Ki Nok Par Baba Ka Sar Hai Bandha Ghazi Ka Sar Bhi Gardan-E-Rehwar Par Hai Muqabil Shamiyon Ke Un Ka Jana Aur Tha Mera Bazaar Mein Kham Ho Ke Aana Aur Hai

Sahl, look, my father's head is on the tip of a spear, Ghazi's (Abbas's) head is also tied to the neck of a horse. For them to go to face the Syrians was one thing, But for me to arrive in the marketplace, bowed in grief, is quite another.

Chacha Apnay Safar Ka Haal Kitna Mukhtalif Hai Woh Har Manzil Pe Khaimon Ka Lagana Aur Tha Yeh Har Manzil Pe Pathar Sar Pe Khana Aur Hai

Uncle, how different the state of our journey is, To set up tents at every stop was one thing, But to have stones thrown at our heads at every stop is quite another.

Rasan Mein Saath Meray Hain Bandhay Masoom Bachay Main Jhuk Kar Na Chaloon To Bhi Galay Dukhtay Hain Un Ke Woh Baba Ka Unhein Pani Pilana Aur Tha Mera Bachon Ko Pani De Na Pana Aur Hai

In ropes, innocent children are tied with me, Even if I do not walk bowed, their necks ache (from the ropes). For my father to give them water to drink was one thing, But for me to be unable to give the children water is quite another.

Sahab Asghar Ki Turbat Shah Ne Hathon Se Banayi Raza Abid Ne Kaisay Behen Ki Mayyat Uthayi Khulay Hathon Se Turbat Ka Banana Aur Tha Bandhay Hathon Se Mayyat Ka Uthana Aur Hai

Sahab, the King (Hussain) built Asghar's grave with his own hands, Raza, how did Abid lift the funeral bier of his sister? To build a grave with free hands was one thing, But to lift a funeral bier with bound hands is quite another.