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Shaam Haye Shaam

Shaam Haye Shaam

Mir Hasan Mir

Bibi Zainab laments the humiliation of being paraded through the markets and courts of Shaam as a captive. She mourns the absence of her brother Abbas and the loss of her veil.

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O Hussain (4)

Shaam Ka Bazaar Kuja, Abid e Beemar Kuja Zainab e Dilgeer Kuja, Majma e Aghyaar Kuja

The bazaar of Shaam, and the ailing Imam Abid; the grieving Zainab, and the gathering of strangers.

Shaam Haye Shaam

Oh, the tragedy of Shaam

Teri Ummat Ke Zewar Pehenkar Mere Nana Chali Hu Mai Shaam

Wearing the 'jewelry' [chains] of your Ummah, O Grandfather, I am going to Shaam.

Mai Deti Kafan Tujhko Bhayya Gar Sar Pe Rida Mere Hoti Gar Hote Khule Haath Mere Tere Zakhmo Ko Hatho Se Dhoti Pa Bande Rasan Sar Barehna Dekho Bhayya Chali Hu Mai Shaam

I would have given you a shroud, brother, had I still had my veil. Had my hands been free, I would have washed your wounds with them. Bound in ropes, with my head unveiled, look brother, I am going to Shaam.

Jis Zainab Ko Tumne Baradar Kabhi Nakhre Utha Kar Na Dekha Haath Rassi Se Mere Bandhe Hai Aur Sar Par Nahi Mere Parda Kaise Kufe Mein Jaungi Ghaazi Jab Balwe Mein Aayega Naam

The Zainab whom you, brother, never even looked at without doting on her—my hands are bound by ropes, and I have no veil upon my head. How will I go into Kufa, O Ghazi, when my name is called out in the crowd?

Jaise Darbaar Paas Aa Raha Hai Mera Dil Doobta Jaa Raha Hai Mai To Ghar Mein Bhi Kam Bolti Thi Bhai Tumko To Sab Kuch Pata Hai Kis Tarha Se Karegi Bata De Ek Sharabi Se Zainab Kalaam

As the court draws near, my heart is sinking. I used to speak so little even at home—brother, you know everything. Tell me, how will Zainab speak to a drunkard?

Dil Ye Kehta Hai Ro Ro Ke Bhayya Kaash Abbas Maujood Hota Kaat Deta Wo Uski Zaba'n Ko Koi Baaghi Agar Mujhko Kehta Dekhti Phir Mai Kis Tarha Leta Koi Zainab Ka Majme Mein Naam

My heart cries out, brother: if only Abbas were here. He would have cut out the tongue of anyone who dared call me a rebel. Then I would have seen how anyone dared to call out Zainab's name in the crowd.

Keh Rahe Hai Ye Has Has Ke Shaami Aane Wale Hai Darbaar Baaghi Jisne Ajdaad Maare Hamare Aa Rahi Hai Yaha Uski Beti Kholta Paani Pheko Chhato Se Patharo Ka Karo Intezaam

The people of Shaam are laughing and saying, 'The rebels are coming to the court! The daughter of the one who killed our ancestors is coming here. Throw boiling water from the rooftops, and prepare the stones.'

Haye Shaam, Haye Shaam, Haye Shaam

Alas, Shaam, alas, Shaam, alas, Shaam.

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