Mere Gharib Hussain
Irfan Haider
Bibi Fatima watches from the heavens as her son Hussain stands alone in the desert of Karbala after losing all his loved ones.
Mere Gharib Hussain (As Salaamun Alayk Ya Gharib Hussaina) (Ya Gharib Hussaina)
My stranger Hussain (Peace be upon you, O stranger Hussain) (O stranger Hussain)
Mere Gharib Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain. Mere Shahid Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain. Mere Gharib Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
My stranger Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain. My martyr Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain. My stranger Hussain, Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain.
Godi Ke Pale Mare Ghaye Sab. Tu Hai Akayla Koi Nahi Ab. Bayn Ye Zehra Ne Kiye Dashte Bala Me
Those raised in your lap have all been slain. You are alone, there is no one left now. These are the laments Zehra (s.a.) made in the plain of calamity.
Awno Muhammad Qasimo Asghar. Darde Judayi Degaye Akbar. Khune Hai Abbas Ka Zainab Ki Ridaa Me
Awn, Muhammad, Qasim, and Asghar. Akbar has left the pain of separation. The blood of Abbas is on Zainab's veil.
Lasho Pe Lashe Tune Uthaye. Girte Badan Pe Zakhme Bhi Khaye. Khak Hai Balo Me Lahu Teri Abaa Me
You lifted corpse after corpse. You bore wounds upon your own falling body. There is dust in your hair and blood on your cloak.
Chor Gaye Sab God Ke Pale. Ho Gaye Rukhsat Gar Ke Ujale. Koi Nahi Laal Tera Dashte Bala Me
Those raised in your lap have all left. The lights of your home have departed. There is no one left of yours in the plain of calamity.
Fakhr Se Uncha Sar Huwa Mera. Kon Hai Sani Dahar Mai Tera. Sabr Mai Ishaar Mai Juraat Pe Wafa Mai.
My head has risen with pride. Who in this world is your equal? In patience, in sacrifice, in courage, and in loyalty.
Bit Rahi Hai Tujpe Kayamat. Dekh Rahi Hu Me Teri Gurbat. Pyaasa Raha Gar Bhi Luta Dashte Bala Me
A day of judgment is passing over you. I am witnessing your loneliness. You remained thirsty, and your home was looted in the plain of calamity.
Jitne Bhi Laashe Be Goro Kafan The. Sab Ko Urhadi Khakh Hawa Na. Khakh To Ab Hashr Talab Hongi Hawa Mai.
All the bodies that were without shroud or grave, the wind blew dust over them. Now the dust will demand justice on the Day of Resurrection.
Laash Jawan Ki Tune Uthayi. Turbat Te Asger Tune Banayi. So Ta Hai Masoom Tera Deshte Kaza Mai.
You lifted the corpse of the youth (Akbar). You made a grave for Asghar. Your innocent one sleeps in the desert of destiny.
Charo Taraf Hai Bas Yahi Noha Haye Husaina Haye Husaina Shor Hai Faryad Hai Khaymo Me Faza Me.
On all sides, there is only this lament: 'Alas, Hussain! Alas, Hussain!' There is an uproar and cries of distress in the tents and in the atmosphere.
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