Shabbir Nahi Bhuley
Nadeem Sarwar · 1998
Bibi Fatima visits the gathering of mourners to weep for her son Hussain. She asks the believers for their tears to help heal the deep wounds of his suffering.
Majlis E Shabbir Mein Ati Hai Maan Shabbir Ki
The mother of Shabbir (Hussain) comes to the Majlis of Shabbir.
Kehti Hai Kya Ay Momino Tum Sy Yeh Maan Roti Hui Zakhmi Hai Mera Ladla Marham Mujhy Dy Do Koi Marham To Hai Ashk E Aza Roomal Mein Ly Jaun Gi In Ansoon Ny Bhar Diye Sab Zakhm To Dilgeer Ky Do Ghao Aisy Hain Magar Bharty Nahi Shabbir Ky
What is this weeping mother saying to you, O believers? 'My beloved son is wounded, someone give me a balm.' The balm is the tears of mourning, which I will carry in my handkerchief. These tears have filled all the wounds of the sorrowful one, But there are two wounds of Shabbir that never heal.
Na Bhuley Na Bhooly Shabbir Nahi Bhuley Ek Chadar Zainab Ki Ek Seena Akbar Ka Matam Karo Ghar Lut Gaya Shabbir Ka Maan Aa Gai Shabbir Ki Matam Karo Shabbir Ka
We have not forgotten, we have not forgotten, we have not forgotten Shabbir. One is the veil of Zainab, the other is the chest of Akbar. Mourn, for the house of Shabbir has been looted. The mother of Shabbir has arrived, mourn for Shabbir.
Khanjar Taly Naizey Py Bhi Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Even under the dagger and upon the spear, He kept thanking God.
Teeron Py Tha Lasha Tera Roti Rahi Karbobala Khaimy Ka Jab Parda Utha Boli Behan Bhaiya Mera Lasha Tarhap Kar Reh Gaya Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Your body was upon the arrows, Karbala kept weeping. When the curtain of the tent was lifted, the sister cried, 'My brother!' The body lay there in agony, yet He kept thanking God.
Sughra Udhar Roti Rahi Maula Idhar Roty Rahy Wahan Muntazir Beemar Thi Yahan Qatl Sab Hoty Rahy Sehra Mein Ghar Lutta Raha Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Sughra kept weeping over there, the Master kept weeping over here. There, the ailing one waited; here, everyone was being killed. In the desert, the house was being looted, yet He kept thanking God.
Lipti Sume Asbat Thi Woh Ladli Beti Teri Maloom Tha Maula Tujhy Ab Na Mily Gi Yeh Kabhi Phir Bhi Sooye Maqtal Gaye Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Your beloved daughter was clinging to your legs. You knew, O Master, that you would never meet her again. Yet you still went towards the battlefield, keeping on thanking God.
Mara Gya Ghazi Tera Phir Bhi Kaha Shukr E Khuda Qasim Gya Asghar Gya Phir Bhi Kaha Shukr E Khuda Har Lash Par Aty Rahy Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Your Ghazi was killed, yet you said, 'Thanks be to God.' Qasim went, Asghar went, yet you said, 'Thanks be to God.' You kept coming to every body, keeping on thanking God.
Darbar Mein Bazar Mein Zindan Mein Har Aan Mein Kaisy Sitam Sehti Rahi Beti Teri Behna Teri Dekha Kiye Naizey Sy Sab Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
In the court, in the bazaar, in the prison, at every moment, What atrocities your daughter and your sister endured. You kept watching from the spear, keeping on thanking God.
Naizey Py Bhi Sar Hai Tera Phir Bhi Teri Kya Shan Hai Yeh Sar Hai Ay Maula Tera Ya Bolta Quran Hai Tan Sy Juda Sar Ho Gya Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Even on the spear is your head, yet what majesty you possess. Is this your head, O Master, or the speaking Quran? The head was severed from the body, yet you kept thanking God.
Rehan Aur Sarwar Karo Majlis Bapa Shabbir Ki Akbar Ka Gham Zainab Ka Gham Mairaj Hai Tehreer Ki Maula Aza Ky Farsh Par Karty Rahy Shukr E Khuda
Rehan and Sarwar, hold the Majlis of Shabbir. The grief of Akbar, the grief of Zainab, is the pinnacle of writing. The Master, upon the carpet of mourning, kept thanking God.
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