Sakina Kahani Suno

Siyah Raat Mai Zindan Ke Dar Pay Ro Ro Kai Sakina Kehti Hai, Baba Ye Shab Sata Ti Hai Judaye Aap Ki, Us Par Ye Khak Ka Bistar Kahin Andhaire Mai Bachon Ko Neend Uraati Hai Ye Sun Kay Zainab-E-Mazloom Boli Gham Na Karo Kahani Kehti Hu May Ek, Suno Sakina Suno

In the black of night, Weeping at the prison door, Sakina says, 'Father, this night torments me. Your separation, and upon that, this bed of dust, In the darkness, it steals sleep from the children.' Hearing this, the oppressed Zainab said, 'Do not grieve, I will tell you a story, listen Sakina, listen.'

Ek Shahanshah Tha, Haye Sakina, Ek Shahanshah Tha, Yasrab Mai Raha Karta Tha, Us Ka Ghar Wo Tha Kay Quran Jahan Utra Tha, Dar Pay Gibreel Ka Darban Raha Karta Tha, Us Ka Angan Bhi Sitaro Say Bhara Rehta Tha, Uskai Darwazai Say Khali Na Koi Ja Ta Tha, Asman Us Ki Sakhawat Ki Qasam Khata Tha

There was a King, alas Sakina, there was a King, He used to live in Yathrib (Medina), His house was the place where the Quran descended, At his door, Gabriel used to stand as a guard, His courtyard remained filled with stars, No one ever left his door empty-handed, The heavens swore oaths by his generosity.

Uskai Baba Ko Dar-E Ilm Kaha Jata Tha, Maa Nai Shahzadi-E Qawnain Laqab Paya Tha, Us Kai Baiton Mai Nazar Aks-E Nabi Ata Tha, Baitiyon Ko Gule Pakiza Kaha Jata Tha, Us Kai Ek Bhai Ki Rag Rag Mai Wafa Behti Thi, Ek Bahan Sath Me Saye Ki Tarha Rehti Thi

His father was called the Gate of Knowledge, His mother had earned the title of Princess of the Two Worlds, In his sons, the reflection of the Prophet could be seen, His daughters were called pure flowers, In the veins of his brother flowed loyalty, And a sister remained with him like a shadow.

Ek Din Kia Hoa, Haye Sakina, Ek Din Kia Hoa, Wo Ghar Say Safar Par Nikla, Uska Sab Kunba Bhi Quran Ki Hifazat Ko Chala, Ashkia Nai Usai Pher Dashtai Bala Me Ghaira, Teen Din Tak Use Pani Bhi Mayyassar Na Hoa, Ho Gaye Aam Har Ek Joro Jafa Us Kai Liye, Or Phir Jang Ka Maidan Saja Us Kai Liye

What happened one day, alas Sakina, what happened one day, He set out from home on a journey, His entire family went along to protect the Quran, Then the wicked ones surrounded him in the plains of Karbala, For three days, even water was not available to him, Every form of oppression and cruelty became common for him, And then the battlefield was set for him.

Us Kai Ek Baitay Kai Sinay Me Sina Toot, Gaye Bhai Kay Hath Katay, Tir Laga, Mashk Chidee, Lash Pamal Bhatijae Ki Bhi Maqtal Mai Huwi, Bay Zuban Qatl Hoa, Khasta Churee Us Pay Chali, Us Shahanshah Kai Kunbay Pai Ghareebi Chayee, Bujh Gaye Sarai Diyai Shameghariban Aye

In the chest of his son, a spear broke, His brother's hands were severed, an arrow struck, the water-skin was pierced, The body of his nephew was trampled in the battlefield, The voiceless infant was slaughtered, a blunt blade was drawn across him, Destitution befell the family of that King, All the lamps were extinguished, the Night of the Homeless (Sham-e-Ghariban) arrived.

Khaymai Jalnai Lagay Nazdeek Sitamgar Aaye, Us Shahanshah Ki Bachi Nai Tamachai Khaye, Kaan Zakhmi Howai Khun Ankhon Say Tapka Haye, Dhundnai Bap Ko Maqtal Mai Wo Kaisay Jai, Jaltai Daman Ko Liye Ganjai Shaheedan Mai Gaye, Rassi Gardan Mai Bandhi Shaam Kay Zindan Mai Gaye

The tents began to burn, the oppressors came near, The daughter of that King received slaps, Her ears were wounded, blood dripped from her eyes, alas, How could she go to the battlefield to find her father? With her burning hem, she went among the treasure of martyrs, A rope was tied around her neck, and she was taken to the prison of Damascus.

Phir Sakina Nai Kaha, Haye Sakina, Phir Sakina Nai Kaha Rehtai Hain Wo Loog Kahan, Boli Zainab Kai Howay Sab Wo Asirai Zindan, Qissa Akhir Hoa Neend Aayi Na Tumko Meri Jaan, Boli Ro Ro Kai Sakina Phuphi Ab Neend Kahan, Tum To Kehti Thi Kahani Suno Neend Aati Hai, Is Kahani Say Meri Neend Uri Jati Hai

Then Sakina said, alas Sakina, then Sakina said, 'Where do those people live now?' Zainab replied, 'They have all become prisoners of the dungeon.' 'The story has ended, my dear, did you not get any sleep?' Sakina wept and said, 'Aunt, where is sleep now? You used to say listen to the story and sleep comes, But this story has chased my sleep away.'

Boli Ro Ro Kai Sakina Ye Mera Qissa Hai, Is Kahani Ka Shahanshah Mera Baba Hai, Neza Jis Kay Laga Sinai Main Mera Bhayya Hai, Mera Asghar Hai Laeeno Nai Jisai Mara Hai, Bay Rida Tum Ho Phuphi Jaan Meri Jaati Hai, Ye Kahani To Merai Ghar Ki Nazar Aati Hai

Sakina wept and said, 'This is my story, The King of this story is my father, The one whose chest was struck by a spear is my brother, It is my Asghar whom the wicked ones killed, You are unveiled, Aunt, my life is leaving me, This story appears to be of my own house.'

Jisko Sinai Pe Shahanshah Kai Neend Aati Thi, Dasht-E Main Haye Chacha Keh Kai Jo Chillati Thi, Jiskai Kaano Say Laho Behta Tha Jo Piyasi Thi, Apnai Baba Ki Jodaye Main Mari Jati Thi, Us Shahanshah Ki Baiti Wo Sakina Mai Hon, Jis Ka Dushwar Huwa Qaid Main Jina Mai Hon

The one who used to sleep on the King's chest, The one who screamed 'Alas, Uncle' in the desert, The one whose ears bled and who was thirsty, The one who was dying in the separation of her father, I am that Sakina, the daughter of that King, For whom living in captivity has become difficult.

Khatm Jab Shaam Ke Zindaan Mai Kahani Ye Huwi, Wo Jo Sunti Thi Kahani Wo Sakina Na Rahi, Thame Zanjeer Naa Kahast Se Utha Ek Qaidi, Ek Nanni Si Lahad Kapte Haatho Se Bani, Sar Shahenshah Ka Godi Me Lahu Rota Tha, Wa Hussaina Ka Bas Ek Shor Bapaa Hota Tha

When this story ended in the prison of Damascus, That Sakina who was listening to the story was no more, A prisoner rose, holding the chains, not from the floor, A small grave was made with trembling hands, The head of the King was in her lap, weeping blood, And only the cry of 'Wa Hussaina' echoed.