Momino Qissa e Sadaat Suno
Nadeem Sarwar
This poem tells the history of the Prophet's family, starting from the home of Bibi Fatima and ending with the return of the survivors to Madina. It remembers the many hardships they faced with great love and sorrow.
Momino Qissa E Sadaat Suno Thaam Kar Dil Ye Meri Baat Suno Khoon Se Likhe Huwe Halaat Suno
O believers, listen to the story of the Prophet's progeny, Hold your hearts steady and listen to what I say, Listen to the events written in blood.
Ya Zahra, Ali, Ya Zahra, Ali, Ya Zahra, Ali, Ya Zahra
O Zahra, Ali, O Zahra, Ali, O Zahra, Ali, O Zahra
Momino Qissa E Sadaat Suno Thaam Kar Dil Ye Meri Baat Suno Noor E Kaunain Madina Hai Jaha'n Ek Mahella Bani Hashim Hai Waha'n Ek Mahelle Ke Ek Ghar Ka Bayaa'n Jisse Behtar Nahi Duniya Mein Makaa'n Deen O Eemaan Ke Kirdaar Ka Ghar Panjetan Paak Ke Anwaar Ka Ghar Dukhtar E Ahmed E Mukhtar Ka Ghar Fatima Haider E Qarrar Ka Ghar
O believers, listen to the story of the Prophet's progeny, Hold your hearts steady and listen to what I say. Where the light of the universe, Medina, exists, There is a quarter belonging to the Bani Hashim. I speak of one house in that quarter, A dwelling better than which there is none in the world. The house of the character of faith and belief, The house of the lights of the pure Panjetan (the five holy ones), The house of the daughter of Ahmed the Chosen, The house of Fatima and Haider the Steadfast.
Laadle, Inke Hasan Aur Hussain Aur Do Betiya'n Thi Noor E Ayn Ek Kulsoom Thi, Ek Baap Ka Zayn Aur Abbas Dilo Jaan Ka Chayn Ghar Ye Tha Bayt E Khuda Jisme Qur'aa Utra Aur Kis Tarha Luta Inka Rutba Na Zamana Samjha
Their beloveds were Hasan and Hussain, And two daughters who were the light of their eyes. One was Kulsoom, the other the pride of her father, And Abbas, the peace of their hearts and souls. This house was the House of God, In which the Quran descended. And how it was looted, The world never understood their status.
Kaisi Mazloom Magar Thi Zahra Baap Ke Ghum Me Bhi Rone Na Diya Haq Se Mehroom Kiya Wa Abata Aaj Bhi Jiski Lahad Be Saaya Jispe Jalta Huwa Darwaza Gira Hogayi Pehlu Shakista Zahra Qatl Mohsin Bhi Hua Wawaila Baad E Zehra Wo Ali Ka Girya
How oppressed was Zahra, She was not even allowed to mourn her father. Deprived of her rights, she cried 'O my father!', She whose grave remains without a shade even today. Upon whom the burning door fell, Zahra's ribs were broken, And Mohsin was killed, alas! And after Zahra, the weeping of Ali.
Masjide, Kufa Me Phir Shor Utha Haaye Haider Pe Chali Teghe Jafa Thi Sada Fusto Be Rabbil Kaaba Ghar Mein Zehra Ke Qayamat Thi Bapa Sar Se Saaya Jo Utha Ghar Ye Veeran Huwa Thi Yateemo Ki Buka Haaye Baba, Haaye Baba Baba
Then a cry arose in the Mosque of Kufa, Alas, the sword of tyranny struck Haider. The cry was 'By the Lord of the Kaaba, I have succeeded!' In the house of Zahra, a calamity had occurred. When the shadow was lifted from their heads, This house became desolate, There was the wailing of orphans, 'Alas, Father! Alas, Father, Father!'
Baad E Haider Ye Sitam Aur Huwa Khoo'n Mein Shabbar Ka Janaza Dooba Aur Phir Deen Jo Mushkil Mein Ghira Tab Hussain Ibn E Ali Ghar Se Chala Karbala Jaise Hi Pohcha Kunba Phir To Kya Zulm Na Sayyed Pe Huwa Milke Laakho'n Ne Unhe Gher Liya Teen Din Pehle To Paani Na Diya
After Haider, this further oppression occurred, Shabbar's (Hasan's) funeral bier was drenched in blood. And then, when the religion fell into difficulty, Then Hussain, son of Ali, set out from his home. As soon as the family reached Karbala, What oppression did not befall the Master? Millions gathered and surrounded them, And for three days, they were denied water.
Aur Phir Maqtale Sadaat Sajaa Bhanje, Bete, Bhatija Na Raha Na Wo Lashkar Na Alamadaar Bacha Asr Se Pehle Wo Halmin Ki Sadaa Chal Gayi Teghe Jafa Khoon Bekas Ka Baha Sar Suwe Naiza Gaya Tan Ko Aghosh Me Zehra Ne Liya
And then, The slaughterhouse of the Prophet's progeny was adorned, Nephews, sons, and cousins remained no more. Neither that army nor the standard-bearer survived. Before Asr (afternoon), that cry of 'Is there any helper?' The sword of tyranny struck, The blood of the helpless flowed, The head was raised upon a spear, And Zahra took the body into her embrace.
Aa Gayi Shaam E Ghareeba'n Haye Haye Aur Phir Aag Lagi Khaime Jale Ghash Se Jab Aabid E Beemar Uthe Qaidi Kunbe Ke Wo Salaar Bane Haaye Sajjad Ne Kya Kya Dekha Sar Khule Shaam Me Kunba Dekha Jashn Darbaar Mein Hota Dekha Choti Hamsheer Ka Laasha Dekha
The evening of the strangers (Shaam-e-Ghareeban) arrived, alas, alas, And then fire broke out, the tents burned. When the ailing Aabid rose from his faint, He became the leader of the captive family. Alas, what did Sajjad not witness? He saw his family unveiled in Damascus, He saw celebrations taking place in the court, He saw the corpse of his little sister.
Qaid Se, Chutke Chale Karbobala Sab Ka Chehlum Kiya Matam Bhi Kiya Qafila Jab Ye Madine Pohcha Ab Baya'n Sarwar O Rehan Ho Kya Haye Matam Tha Bapa Jab Ye Zainab Ne Kaha Na Rahi Meri Rida Amma Mai Aagayi Bhai Na Raha
Released from captivity, they traveled to Karbala, They observed the Chehlum of all and mourned as well. When this caravan reached Medina, What can Sarwar and Rehan describe now? Alas, mourning was established, When Zainab said, 'My veil remains no more, Mother, I have returned, but my brother is no more.'
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