Qaid Khane Se Sakina Ki Ye Aati Thi Sada
Mir Hasan Mir
A young girl sits in a dark prison cell. She whispers to her father about the pain in her side and remembers the suffering of her great-grandmother.
Haye Sakina, Haaye Sakina Haye Sakina Haye...haaye...
Alas, Sakina, alas Sakina Alas, Sakina Alas... alas...
Samajh Ke Zahra Sataya Gaya Sakina Ko Qadam Qadam Pe Rulaya Gaya Sakina Ko Wo Zakhm Aaj Bhi Taaza Hai Pushte Naaqa Se Haye Giri Nahi Hai Giraya Gaya Sakina Ko Haye... Haye
Mistaking her for Zahra, Sakina was tormented At every step, Sakina was made to weep That wound from the back of the camel is still fresh today Alas, she did not fall; Sakina was made to fall Alas... alas
Qaid Khane Se Sakina Ki Ye Aati Thi Sada Pasliya'n Toot Gayi Meri Bhi Dadi Ki Tarha
From the prison, this voice of Sakina would come: 'My ribs have broken, just like my grandmother's.'
Mujhko Chalte Hue Naaqe Se Giraya Baba Hogayi Chaar Baras Mein Hi Sakina, Zahra
They made me fall from the moving camel, Baba In just four years, Sakina has become like Zahra.
Wo Bhi Dada Se Chupati Rahi Apna Pehlu Mujhse Bhi Dekhe Na Jayenge Ali Ke Aasu Jeeteji Mere Mera Zakhm Na Dekhe Bhaiyya
She too kept hiding her side from her grandfather (the Prophet) I too cannot bear to see the tears of Ali (Imam Hussain) May my brother not see my wound while I am still alive.
Kaise Aayi Hu Mai Bazaar Se Hokar Baba Mujhko Maare Gaye Is Zakhm Pe Patthar Baba Roke Mai Kehti Rahi Phir Bhi Kisi Ne Na Suna
How I have come, passing through the bazaar, Baba They threw stones at this very wound of mine, Baba I kept crying and saying this, yet no one listened.
Haye, Ab Samajh Sakti Hu Kis Tarha Wo Soti Hongi Haath Pehlu Pe Rakhe Kaise Tadapti Hongi Karwate Dard Mujhe Bhi Nahi Lene Deta
Alas, Now I can understand how she must have slept With her hand on her side, how she must have writhed in pain The pain does not even let me turn in my sleep.
Hubahu Fatima Zehra Si Zaeefi Chayi Jhurriya'n Chehre Pe Baalo Mein Safedi Aayi Ek Kami Baaqi Thi Wo Bhi Hui Poori Baba
Just like Fatima Zahra, the frailty of old age has descended Wrinkles on my face, whiteness in my hair One thing was missing, and that too has been fulfilled, Baba.
Saath Suraj Ke Ye Dil Doob Raha Hota Hai Amma Kehti Hai Yehi Waqt e Dua Hota Hai Roz Karti Hu Sare Shaam Mai Marne Ki Dua
With the sun, this heart also begins to sink Mother says this is the time for prayer Every evening, I pray for death.
Jaake Jannat Mein Bhi Aaram Nahi Payega Kya Ye Armaan Mera Dil Mein Hi Reh Jayega Kaise Godi Mein Uthaungi Mai Asghar Ko Bhala
Even after going to Paradise, I will not find peace Will this longing of mine remain only in my heart? How will I ever lift Asghar in my lap?
Aapka Sar Jale Daaman Mein Uthane Ke Liye Haath Darbaar Mein Mushkil Se Uthaye Maine Tumko Us Waqt Bhi Maine Na Bataya Baba
To lift your burnt head into my lap I lifted my hands with great difficulty in the court Even at that moment, I did not tell you, Baba.
Gir Padi Khaak Pe Namoos e Nabi Peet Ke Sarr Qaid Khane Mein Hui Aur Qayamat Akbar Leke Sar Baap Ka Bachhi Ne Jo Ro Ro Ke Kaha
The honor of the Prophet fell to the dust, beating her head Another calamity occurred in the prison, Akbar Taking her father's head, the child said, weeping bitterly:
Haye Zahra, Haye Sakina
Alas, Zahra, alas Sakina
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