Suno Hilal Suno

Shahadato Ka Yeh Ek Silsila Hai Batarteeb Banegi Kal Isi Maqtal Ki Khaaq Sab Ka Nasib Na Dekh Paaoge Jo Waqt Aa Raha Hai Kareeb Shahid Hoge Yaha'n John Aur Zohairo Habib

This is a sequence of martyrdoms, arranged in order. Tomorrow, the dust of this very battlefield will be everyone's destiny. You will not be able to bear the time that is drawing near; John, Zuhair, and Habib will be martyred here.

Palat Ke Aayega Koi Baraye Kurbaani Tumhe Khabar Hai Kai Din Se Band Hai Paani Ada Karenge Bhala Kaise Haqqe Mehmaani Yahan Pe Khoon Mein Dubegi Hurr Ki Peshaani

Someone will return for the sake of sacrifice. Do you know that water has been blocked for many days? How will we fulfill the rights of hospitality? Here, Hurr's forehead will be drowned in blood.

Woh Laal Jo Hame Lagte Hai Jaan Se Pyaare Karenge Jung Yahi Teen Roz Ke Pyaase Lahoo Lahoo Nazar Aayenge God Ke Paale Shahid Hoge Yahan Naunihal Zainab Ke

Those beloved sons who are dearer to us than life itself, will fight here, thirsty for three days. The cherished ones of our laps will appear drenched in blood; Zainab's young sons will be martyred here.

Bayaa'n Shahadate Qasim Ka Ab Kare Kaise Naa Baaz Aayenge Ek Zulm Par Jafa Waale Bhagaye Jaayege Us Jism Naaz Par Ghode Simat Na Paayenge Paamal Laash Ke Tukde

How can one describe the martyrdom of Qasim now? The oppressors will not refrain from a single act of cruelty. Horses will be driven over that delicate body; the pieces of the trampled corpse will not be able to be gathered.

Ajib Zakhme Jigar Hai Ye Ranjo Gum Ki Asaas Rahega Kaun Madad Gar Ab Hussain Ke Paas Hame Zaeef Kiye Jaa Raha Hai Ye Ahsaas Na Kal Furaat Se Aayenge Laut Kar Abbas

This foundation of grief and sorrow is a strange wound to the heart. Who will remain as a helper by Hussain's side now? This realization is making me weak; Abbas will not return from the Euphrates tomorrow.

Lahoo Bhare Huwe Mashko Alam Jab Aayenge Kamar Pakad Ke Sare Dasht Beth Jaayenge Phir Aysa Quwate Baazu Kaha'n Se Laayenge Bagair Bhai Ke Khaime Mein Laut Aayenge

When the blood-soaked water skin and the standard arrive, I will sit down in the middle of the desert, clutching my back. Where will I find such strength of arm again? I will return to the tents without my brother.

Hamara Laal Jo Akbar Hai Mustafa Jaisa Sina Ne Zulm Woh Apne Jigar Pe Khaayega Nazar Ke Saamne Hoga Jawaan Ka Laasha Ajib Waqt Mein Aayega Qaside Sughra

Our son Akbar, who is like the Prophet, will take that cruel spear into his own heart. The corpse of the youth will be before my eyes; in a strange time, the messenger will come for Sughra.

Yaha'n Pe Hoga Sitam Aysa Ek Bache Par Zamino Arsh Bhi Hojaye Jis Pe Zero Zabar Tum Hi Bataao Ke Hum Baap Mein Kahe Kyun Kar Yeh Woh Jagaah Hai Jaha'n Hogi Turbate Asghar

Here, such oppression will befall an infant, that the earth and the heavens will be turned upside down. You tell me, how should I, as a father, say it? This is the place where Asghar's grave will be.

Tasavuraat Mein Jaakar Zara Udhar Dekho Namaze Asr Ke Manzar Ko Ek Nazar Dekho Nasheb Mein Tahe Khanjar Hamara Sar Dekho Jo Dekh Paao To Zehra Ko Nauhagar Dekho

Go into your imagination and look over there. Take one look at the scene of the Asr prayer. See my head in the hollow, under the dagger. If you can see, then see Zahra mourning.

Jaha'n Pe Khud Koi Mazlum Apni Baat Kare Har Ek Lafz Pe Aankho Se Behre Ashk Bahe Padhe To Kis Tarah "Meesum" "Kalim" Kaise Likhe Baiyaze Ghum Hai Muasalsal Hussain Ke Fikre

Where an oppressed one himself tells his own story, and with every word, tears flow from the eyes. How should Meesum recite, how should Kalim write? The book of grief is a continuous thought of Hussain.