Riwayate Mukhtar

Ek Roz Tha Ye Koofe Ke Darbaar Ka Sama Ibne Numair Apne Sitam Karta Tha Bayaa Todi Thi Maine Sinae Akbar Me Khud Sina Uthta Tha Shor Khaimo Se Maara Gaya Jawaa Maa Jiteji Guzar Gai, Zainab Bhi Margai Ek Barchi Mere Kitne Jigar Paar Kargai

One day, in the court of Kufa, the scene was such: Ibn Numair was recounting his atrocities, saying, 'I myself pierced the chest of Akbar with a spear. A cry arose from the tents that the youth had been slain. His mother passed away while alive, and Zainab too died (from the grief); that one spear pierced so many hearts of mine.'

Ek Roz Karke Laaya Gaya Hurmala Aseer Bola Wo Ran Me Maine Chalaye The Teen Teer Us Waqt Pehla Teer Chalaya Tha Ae Ameer Bhar Kar Chala Jo Mashk Toh Mazloom Ka Safeer Mashkeeze Se Jo Teer Mera Paar Hogaya Aisa Laga Ke Qatl Alamdar Hogaya

One day, Hurmala was brought in as a prisoner. He said, 'In the battlefield, I fired three arrows. At that time, O Commander, I fired the first arrow when the oppressed messenger (Abbas) was carrying the water-skin. My arrow pierced through the water-skin; it felt as if the Standard-Bearer had been slain.'

Bola Laee Ye Karb Ka Hai Dusra Maqaam Laaye Jo Apni God Me Besheer Ko Imaam Sukhi Zaba Phirata Tha Hoto Pe Tishnakaam Yu Qat'a Ibne Zahra Ka Maine Kiya Kalam Hil Hil Gaya Lahad Me Jigar Buturab Ka Are Maqtal Me Neher Hogaya Bacha Rabab Ka

He said, 'Bring forth, this is the second stage of the agony. When the Imam brought the infant (Ali Asghar) in his lap, the thirsty child was moving his dry tongue over his lips. Thus I severed the speech of the son of Zahra. The heart of Ali (Buturab) trembled in his grave; alas, in the battlefield, the child of Rabab became a river (of blood).'

Darbar Me Ye Sunke Qayamat Ka Tha Samaa Are Peero Jawaan Rote The Lele Ke Hichkiya Bola Ye Hurmula Abhi Baaqi Hai Dastaa Jis Dam Tera Hussain Tha Teero Ke Darmiyaa Wo Teer Aakhri Tha Jo Maine Chalaya Tha Arey Us Teer Ne Hussain Ko Zee Se Giraya Tha

Hearing this in the court, it was a scene of resurrection. Old and young wept, sobbing uncontrollably. Hurmala said, 'The story is not over yet. When your Hussain was amidst the arrows, that was the final arrow I had fired; alas, that arrow brought Hussain down from his horse.'

Phir Shor Wa Husaina Ka Uthta Tha Baar Baar Jab Qaid Karke Laya Gaya Shimre Bad Sheyaar Bola Wo Mere Haath Me Khanjar Tha Tez Dhaar Jisse Kiye Hussain Ki Gardan Pe Tera (13) Waar Khanjar Rawa Tha Halq Pe Ibne Batool Ke Dil Kat Rahe The Saath Me Aale Rasool Ke

Then the cry of 'Wa Husaina' arose repeatedly when the wicked Shimr was brought in as a prisoner. He said, 'In my hand was a sharp-edged dagger, with which I struck the blow upon Hussain's neck. As the dagger moved across the throat of the son of Batool, the hearts of the Prophet's family were being severed along with it.'

Ab Iske Baad Meer Takallum Baya Ho Kya Ae Pursadaro Sochna Dil Me Kabhi Zara Kyu Itna Waqt Qatile Shabbir Ko Laga Kis Waste Hussain Ka Katta Na Tha Gala Mehsher Me Ye Khulega Sitam Kaynaat Par Khanjar Ke Kuch Nishaan Hai Zahra Ke Haath Par

After this, Meer Takallum, what more can be said? O mourners, think for a moment in your hearts: why did it take so long for the killer of Shabbir? Why was Hussain's throat not being severed? On the Day of Judgment, this will be revealed to the entire universe: some marks of the dagger are on the hand of Zahra.