Messum Abbas

Haa Yateemi Me Mere Naaz Uthata Bhaiyya Haaye Beemar Mera Bediyo Wala Bhaiyya

In my orphanhood, my brother would indulge my every whim. Alas, my ailing brother, shackled in chains.

Raahe Purkhaar Me Kuch Mujko Aziyat Na Mili Sehli Takleef To Lekin Meri Gardan Na Khichi Bas Yahi Soch Ke Phir Sar Na Uthaya Bhaiyya

On the thorny path, I felt no pain, He bore the suffering, yet my neck was never pulled (in pain), Thinking only of this, my brother never raised his head.

Payr Jalte The Mere Bhai Ke Har Gaam Magar Dhup Me Jalti Zameen Per Mai Kadam Rakhti Jidhar Apne Saaye Se Waha Saaya Banata Bhaiyya

My brother's feet would burn with every step, yet, Wherever I placed my feet on the scorching, sun-baked earth, My brother would create a shade for me with his own shadow.

Jab Tamache Muje Lagte To Wo Ruk Jaata Wahi Chhod Kar Mujko Use Durre Lagate The Laeen Durre Khud Khaake Muje Unse Bachata Bhaiyya

When I was struck with slaps, he would stop right there, Leaving me, the wretched ones would strike him with whips, Taking the whips upon himself, my brother would save me from them.

Seenae Shah Pe Sone Ki Sada Aadi Thi Zakhmi Rukhsar Zameen Per Nahi Rakh Paati Thi Haaye Zakhmi Seene Pe Muje Apne Sulata Bhaiyya

I was always accustomed to sleeping on the chest of the Shah (Hussain), I could not bear to place my wounded cheek upon the ground, Alas, my brother would let me sleep upon his own wounded chest.

Qabr Ki Tarha Se Taarik Tha Zindaane Jafa Mujko Zindaan Ke Andhero Se Jo Dar Lagta Tha Apne Ashko Se Waha Karta Ujaala Bhaiyya

The prison of tyranny was as dark as a grave, Whenever I felt afraid of the darkness of the dungeon, My brother would illuminate it there with his tears.

Baat Bas Meesumo Salman Ye Ehsaas Ki Hai Yu Dua Karti Thi Shahzaadi Rihaayi Ke Liye Kaise Haatho Se Bandhe Qabr Banata Bhaiyya

Messum and Salman, this is merely a matter of feeling, Thus the Princess (Zainab/Sakina) would pray for release, How could my brother build a grave with his hands bound?