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Nadeem Sarwar

Nadeem Sarwar · 2013

Imam Sajjad returns to his home in Medina after being freed from captivity. He is weak and wounded from the long journey and the suffering he endured.

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Ya Hussain Ya Hussain

O Hussain, O Hussain

Jab Rehaa Hoke Sajjad Laute Watan Ro Padhe Dekh Kar Haaye Apna Chaman Daudkh Te Rote Pahuche Hanafiya Chachaa Aur Gale Se Bhatije Ko Lipta Liyaa Chik Nikali Aur Aabid Ko Gash Aagaya Dono Haatho Ko Sine Pe Rakh Kar Kahan

When Sajjad returned home after his release, he wept upon seeing his own home. Uncle Hanafiya arrived running and weeping, and embraced his nephew. A cry escaped, and Aabid fainted; placing both hands on his chest, he said:

Aahista Chacha, Hole Darn Al Naa- Wekh Meno Zaara Main Haa Zakhmi Padha Aahista Chacha.. Hole Darn Al Naa Main Haa Zakhmi Padha.. Aahista Chacha..

Gently, Uncle, do not touch me, Look at me, I am wounded, Uncle. Gently, Uncle, do not touch me, I am wounded, Uncle, gently, Uncle.

Ay Wekho Haal Bhatije Da Sajjad Nahiyo Sajjad Rihaa Main Ko Khaagaya Dard Ridwa Da Khoon Akhiya Do Nahi Rukhda Chacha

Oh, look at the state of the nephew; This is not the Sajjad who left. The pain of the chains has consumed me, Uncle, The blood from my eyes does not stop, Uncle.

Ashur De Deen Wich Karbal De Mede Qatal Bhida Ti Gaye Saare Chache Te Baazu Kalam Huwe Waabe Te Khanjar Chaliya Chacha

On the day of Ashura in Karbala, All my loved ones were martyred. My uncle's arms were severed, And a dagger was drawn across the throat, Uncle.

Nayi Bhulne Safar Bazaran De Main Ko Khaagaye Dekh Darbaran De Oh Majme Bad Kirdaara Ande Rahi Sain Luqa Di Cehra Chacha

I cannot forget the journey through the bazaars, The sights of the courts have consumed me. Those crowds of wicked people, And the Lady (Zainab) hiding her face, Uncle.

Har Maud Pe Patthar Was De Rai Kufi Te Shaamni Has De Rai Sanu Bagi Bagi Keh De Reh Injee Shaam De Paas Duriyaa Chacha

At every turn, stones were rained upon us, The people of Kufa and Shaam kept laughing. They kept calling us rebels, This is how we were paraded in Shaam, Uncle.

Maino Shaam Seher Ne Maar Detha Darbaar Ne Chode Maar Muka Meko Khaagaya Dard Sakina Da Meda Haal Yeh Shaam Ne Kita Chacha

The evenings in Shaam have killed me, The courts have finished me off. The pain of Sakina has consumed me, This is the state Shaam has left me in, Uncle.

Sarwar Jawaad Reh Ken Da Ratro Ke Baba Baqir Da Main Naal Bhirawa Mar Jaanda Kyun Junda Watan Te Warya Chacha

Sarwar and Jawaad say, Recounting the words of Baba Baqir, I should have died with my brothers, Why did I return alive to the homeland, Uncle?

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