Pamaal Lasha Qasim
Atif Ali Khan · 2021
A young Qasim falls in the desert of Karbala and suffers greatly. His uncle Hussain must find a way to bring his broken body back to his mother.
Run Mai Qasim Ke Tan E Chaak Se Ati Thi Sada
From the torn body of Qasim on the battlefield, a voice was calling out.
Jism Ko Kar Dia Pamaal Layeeno Ne Chacha
O Uncle, the wretched ones have trampled my body into the dust.
Hoke Taqseem Main Tukdon Main Bikharta Hi Raha
Being torn apart, I kept scattering into pieces.
War Par War Hue Zakhm Hi Bas Zakhm Mile Kya Kahun Kitne Mere Tan Pe Chacha Teer Lage Bani E Zulm Meri Jaa'n Ke Talabgar Mile Surat E Aab Mere Jism Se Hain Khoon Bahey Mai Tarapta Hi Raha Hoti Rahi Jor O Jafa
Blow after blow rained down, I received nothing but wounds. How can I describe, Uncle, how many arrows pierced my body? The architects of tyranny sought my life. Like water, blood flows from my body. I kept writhing in agony while the oppression and cruelty continued.
Hoke Zakhmi Mai Jo Ghode Se Zamee Par Aaya Koi Lakhon Mai Madad Gar Na Apna Paya Naiza O Teer O Tabar Ahle Jafa Ka Saya Maine Maidan Mai Har Samt Chacha Jaa Paya Koi Sunta Na Tha Maqtal Mai Meri Aaho Buka
When I fell wounded from my horse to the ground, I found no helper among the millions. The shadows of spears, arrows, and axes of the cruel ones surrounded me. Uncle, I found them everywhere on the battlefield. No one in the slaughterhouse would listen to my cries and lamentations.
Apne Dada Ki Tatha Mai Bhe Rajas Parhta Tha Jung Maidan Mai Baba Ki Tarha Karta Tha Surat E Sher Mai Maqsad Ki Taraf Badhta Tha War Ammu Ki Tarha Fauj Pe Mai Karta Tha Shiddat E Pyas Se Mai Aur Chacha Lad Na Saka
Like my grandfather, I too displayed courage. I fought on the battlefield just like my father. Like a lion, I advanced toward my goal. I struck the army just as my uncle (Abbas) would. But due to the intensity of thirst, Uncle, I could not fight on.
Alvida Kehta Hua Khasta E Tan Jata Hai Umme Farwa Ka Pisar Tashnadahan Jata Hai Kar Ke Veeran Ye Ek Maa Ka Chaman Jata Hai Chor Kar Kunbey Ko Ab Jaan E Hasan Jata Hai Raas Aai Na Nabi Zadon Ko Ye Karbo Bala
Saying farewell, this broken-bodied youth departs. The son of Umme Farwa, parched with thirst, departs. Leaving a mother's garden desolate, he departs. Leaving his family behind, the soul of Hasan now departs. This Karbala did not prove kind to the descendants of the Prophet.
Dil Pe Ye Gham Bhe Chacha Jaan Uthana Hoga Ek Rida Lasha E Qasim Pe Udhana Hoga Mera Chehra Jo Meri Maa Ko Dikhana Hoga Iss Tan E Chaak Ko Chadar Se Chupana Hoga Khoo Bhari Dekh Ke Mayyat Ko Kare Gi Wo Buka
Uncle, you will have to bear this grief too; you will have to drape a cloak over Qasim's corpse. When you have to show my face to my mother, you will have to hide this torn body with a sheet. Seeing the blood-soaked body, she will surely wail in grief.
Sunke Marne Ki Khabar Maa Toh Tadap Jayegi Dil Ko Kis Tarha Gham.o Dard Mai Behlayegi Yaad Aayegi Jo Bete Ki Toh Ghabrayegi Seh Na Payegi Judai Meri Marjayegi Haaye Iss Gham Mai Khuda Maa Ko Kare Sabr Aata
Hearing the news of my death, Mother will be devastated. How will she console her heart in such grief and pain? When she remembers her son, she will be overcome with anxiety. She will not be able to bear my separation and will die. Alas, may God grant Mother patience in this sorrow.
Sunke Qasim Ki Sada Rote Rahe Sheh Azhar Aisa Purdard Tha Maidan Ka Atif Manzar Hayee Afsos Hai Qasim Ka Hua Khatm Safar Mar Gya Laal Jawan Jaan E Hasan Lakht E Jigar Bain Karte The Ye Ro Ro Ke Bohot Shah E Huda
Hearing Qasim's voice, the King (Hussain) kept weeping. The scene on the battlefield was so painful, Atif. Alas, it is tragic that Qasim's journey has ended. The young son, the soul of Hasan, the piece of his heart, has died. The King of Guidance was lamenting, weeping bitterly.
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