Sajjad Sajjad
Nadeem Sarwar · 2007
After returning from prison, Bibi Rubab sits in the scorching sun to mourn her son Ali Asghar. She refuses to move into the shade until Imam Sajjad stops his own constant weeping.
Zindaan Se Madinee Aa Kar Bhi Sajjad Lahu Roty Hi Rahe Maan Asghar Ki Sooraj Ke Tale Bethi Rahi Kitny Din Guzre Mukhtar Ny Ek Din Di Yeh Khabar Yeh Keh Do Madar e Asghar Se Mara Gaya Qatil Asghar Ka Ab Dhoop Se Shehzadi Uthiye Sajjad Ne Aa Kar Maan Se Kaha Ae Amman Ab Betho Na Yahan Ab Thanda Pani Pee Lo Maan Ab Saye Mein Aao Amman Sajjad Sajjad
Even after returning from the prison to Medina, Sajjad continued to weep tears of blood. For how many days did the mother of Asghar sit beneath the sun? One day, Mukhtar brought this news: 'Tell the mother of Asghar that the killer of Asghar has been slain; now, O Princess, rise from the sun.' Sajjad came and said to his mother, 'O Mother, do not sit here anymore. Now drink some cool water, Mother; now come into the shade, Mother. Sajjad, Sajjad.'
Tu Rat Rona Je Chad Daiwen Main Bhi Dhup Nu Chad Jaawan Gi Sajjad Sajjad
If you stop your weeping at night, I too will leave the sun. Sajjad, Sajjad.
Sajjad Zara Insaf Te Kar Ae Hukam Na Dy Israr Na Kar Aeho Soch Ky Hai Phat Wainda Jigar Mainda Ujarh Gaya Hai Wasda Ghar Nit Rowan Gi Hunrh Dhup Wich Main Wich Dhup Te Hi Mar Jawan Gi
Sajjad, be fair for a moment; do not command me, do not insist. Just thinking of this tears my heart apart—my thriving home has been ruined. I will weep in the sun every day now; I will die right here in the sun.
Main Takya Ay Bey Gor o Kafan Dhup Wich Baba Mazloom Tera Nai Dhup Cho Uth Sakdi Bachra Dhup Ban Gai Ay Maqsoom Mera Hinrh Jad Tak Sahn Wich Sahn Mery Wich Dhup Ty Soag Manawan Gi
I have seen your oppressed father, without shroud or grave, in the sun. I cannot rise from the sun, my child; the sun has become my fate. As long as there is breath in my body, I will mourn in the sun.
Mara Gaya Qatil Asghar Ka Asghar To Nahi Milny Wala Woh Zakhmi Gala Jalta Jhoola Nasoor Hai Mery Seenay Ka Tu Dil Ko Pakarhna Chorh Dy Main Saye Mein Aa Jaun Gi
The killer of Asghar has been slain, but Asghar will not return. That wounded throat, that burning cradle, is a festering wound in my chest. Stop clutching your heart; I will come into the shade.
Jo Lash Hussain Ty Keeta Main O Wada Torh Nibhana Ay Majboor Na Kar Main Ku Putar Mainda Main Ku Saya Raas Na Ana Ay Muk Jany Odo Saah Merey Jado Chaan Wen Putar Main Jaawan Gi
The vow I made over the body of Hussain, I must fulfill it. Do not force me, my son; the shade does not suit me. My breath will only cease when I go into the shade, my son.
Haiwan Ko Bhi Zibah Hoty Huye Tu Dekh Nahi Sakta Beta Qassab Zabeehon Par Apny Tujhy Dekh Ky Dalty Hain Parda Ghash Kha Kar Girna Chorh Dy Main Saye Mein Aa Jaun Gi
Even when animals are being slaughtered, you cannot bear to watch, my son. The butchers, seeing you, cover their slaughtered prey. Stop fainting and falling; I will come into the shade.
Nai Dhup Chon Uthi Jay Kar Main Tera V Rona Nai Mukya Aj Taeen Putar Sajjad Tera Akhian Da Pani Nai Sukya Tery Wagdy Athru Jey Thal Gaye Main V Chaan Mein Beh Jaawan Gi
If I rise from the sun, your weeping has not ended either. Even today, my son Sajjad, the water of your eyes has not dried. If your flowing tears stop, I too will sit in the shade.
Mery Wali Tum Shahid Rehna Mazboot Abhi Tak Wada Hai Saye Ki Taraf Jo Lay Ky Chala Sajjad Woh Mera Lasha Hai Zainab Mera Shana Chorh Dy Main Saye Mein Aa Jaun Gi
O my guardian, bear witness; my vow is still strong. The one who is leading me toward the shade, Sajjad, is my corpse. Zainab, release my shoulder; I will come into the shade.
Kar Dafan Rabab Nu Sainrh Akhy Oh Da Pallu Main Ku Khol Wakha Sajjad Ny Khol Ky Jad Takya Gaya Zainab Dy Sang o Ghash Kha Pallu Wich Chola Asghar Da Naly Rakh Jhooly Diyan Laawan Di
Burying Rabab, the Lady says, 'Show me her shawl.' When Sajjad opened it and looked, he and Zainab both fainted. In the shawl was Asghar's shirt, along with the strings of the cradle.
Khursheed Rehan Nadeem Dy Ay Nit Hasrat Dil Wich Rehndi Ay Onu Pursa Daiye Ro Ro Ky Rahi Dhup Wich Jehrhi Behndi Ay Likhiye Nohy Parhiye Noha Hain Sanj Jadon Tak Sahwan Di
Khursheed and Nadeem have this constant longing in their hearts: let us offer condolences, weeping, to her who sits in the sun. Let us write nohas, let us recite nohas, as long as there is breath in our lives.
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