Nabi Ka Nawasa Pyara Hussain
Irfan Haider · 2015
The poem mourns the tragic martyrdom of Imam Hussain in the desert of Karbala. It remembers his high status as the beloved grandson of the Prophet and his immense suffering.
Ya Hussain, Ya Hussain Hussain Imam Hussain, Haider Hussain Imam Hussain Haider Haider Haider Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain Hussain, Imam Hussain, Haider Hussain, Imam Hussain Haider, Haider, Haider O Hussain
Ghode Se Jab Zamee'n Pe Gire Shahe Karbala Shahe Karbala Nikle Madina Chodke Sultan E Ambiya Sultane Ambiya Haider Chale Najaf Se Baqayya Se Fatima Baqayya Se Fatima Gunji Ba Waqt E Asr Ye Jibreel Ki Sadaa Har Imteha Se Guzar Gaya
When the King of Karbala fell from his horse to the ground, The King of Karbala, The Prince of Prophets left Medina behind, The Prince of Prophets, Haider departed from Najaf, and Fatima from Baqi, Fatima from Baqi, At the time of Asr, this cry of Gabriel echoed: He has passed through every trial.
Zehra O Ali Ke Dil Ka Chayn Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain Qatl Hua Be Jurm O Khata Nabi Ka Nawasa Pyaara Hussain Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain
The comfort of the hearts of Zehra and Ali, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Slain without crime or fault, The beloved grandson of the Prophet, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain, Hussain.
Ye Wo Hussain Hai Eid Pe Jisko Jannat Se Kapde Bheje Khuda Haye Ghareebi Dasht E Bala Mein Hoga Abhi Pamaal E Jafa Yahan Kafan Bhi Na Payega
This is that Hussain to whom, on Eid, God sent garments from Paradise. Alas, the poverty in the desert of calamity, He will soon be trampled by cruelty, He will not even find a shroud here.
Haan Ye Wahi Quran E Mubee'n Hai Jisko Padha Karte The Rasool Jiske Liye Tabdeel Kiye Hai Rabbe Jali Ne Apne Usool Khuda Se Hargiz Nahi Juda
Yes, this is that manifest Quran, Which the Messenger used to recite, For whom the Majestic Lord Changed His own principles, He is never separated from God.
Naaz Uthaye Jiske Khuda Ne Jiske Liye Naaqa The Nabi Usko Mile Is Karbobala Mein Daaghe Pisar Aur Tishna Labi Hazaar Zakhme Utha Gaya
He whose whims were indulged by God, For whom the Prophet was the mount, He encountered in this Karbala, The grief of a son and parched lips, He bore a thousand wounds.
Zulf E Nabi Ho Jiska Khilona Jiska Bichona Arsh E Ola Pusht E Faras Se Jab Wo Gira To Uska Badan Teero Pe Ruka Zameen Par Bhi Na Aa Saka
He whose toy was the hair of the Prophet, Whose bedding was the highest throne (Arsh), When he fell from the back of his horse, His body was suspended upon arrows, He could not even reach the ground.
Ho Jiski Maa Ke Meher Mein Kausar Aur Wo Khud Sardar E Jina Aath Peher Se Wo Pyasa Hai Mehve Buka Hai Khushk Zabaa'n Ghira Laeeno Mein Bekhata
He whose mother's dowry includes the Kausar (fountain of paradise), And he himself is the leader of the people of Paradise, He has been thirsty for eight watches (all day), He is absorbed in weeping with a dry tongue, Surrounded by the wicked, though innocent.
Paala Jise Aanchal Mein Chupakar Binte Nabi Ne Mere Khuda Aaj Sawa Neze Pe Suraj Jaye Amaa'n Hai Sirf Qaza Zameen E Maqtal Pe Soyega
He whom the daughter of the Prophet raised, Hiding him in her veil, my God, Today, the sun is on a spear, The only place of refuge is death, He will sleep on the ground of the slaughterhouse.
Jiska Padhe Qur'aan Qasida Jiske Fazael Mein Hai Azaa'n Uske Liye Duniya Ne Uthaye Teer O Tabar Talwar O Sina Sina Pe Qur'aa Sunayega
He whose eulogy the Quran recites, In whose virtues is the call to prayer (Adhan), For him, the world raised, Arrows, axes, swords, and spears, He will recite the Quran upon the spear.
Haan Ye Sada Irfan Aur Mazhar Sunke Buka Karte The Nabi Sheh Ke Gale Par Chal Gaya Khanjar Roke Bahan Ye Kehne Lagi Tamaam Waade Nibha Gaya
Yes, this cry, Irfan and Mazhar, The Prophet used to weep upon hearing, The dagger passed over the throat of the King, Weeping, the sister began to say, He fulfilled all his promises.
Haye Kyaa Zulm Mohammad Ke Nawase Pe Hua Dasht Mein Gunj Uthi Ye Zainab E Muztar Ki Sadaa Halq E Shahedee'n Kata Wa Hussaina Pyaaso Pe Khanjar Chala Wa Hussaina Arey, Lut Gayi Aale Iba Wa Hussaina Aaiye Shere Khuda Wa Hussaina, Wa Hussaina Wa Hussaina, Wa Hussaina
Alas, what oppression befell the grandson of Muhammad! In the desert echoed this cry of the distressed Zainab: The throat of the King of Martyrs was cut, Wa Hussaina (Alas for Hussain), The dagger moved upon the thirsty, Wa Hussaina, Oh, the family of the Prophet (Aale Iba) has been looted, Wa Hussaina, Come, Lion of God (Ali), Wa Hussaina, Wa Hussaina, Wa Hussaina, Wa Hussaina.
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