Tha Ye Bano Ka Bayaan
Mir Hasan Mir
A grieving mother wanders the desert of Karbala searching for her infant son. She calls out to Ali Asghar, whose cradle now sits empty.
Dhoondthi Phirthi Hai Mader Hai Mera Asghar Kahan
The mother wanders, searching, 'Where is my Asghar?'
Tha Ye Bano Ka Bayaan Kis Ko Doon Ub Loriyan
This was Bano's lament: 'To whom shall I sing lullabies now?'
Tera Jhoola Jal Gaya Aey Mere Tishna Dahaan
Your cradle has burned, O my parched-lipped one.
Khoon Bhara Kurta Tera Haey Vo Bhi Chin Gaya Ub Jioun Kis Kay Saharay Paas Mere Kya Raha Zindagi Hai Raaeygaan Umr Bhar Hoon Noha Khawan
Your blood-soaked shirt, alas, that too was snatched away. On whose support shall I live now? What remains with me? Life is wasted; I shall be a mourner for the rest of my days.
Haaey Vo Nazuk Gala Theen Din Say Khushq Tha Bhar Kay Mojay Theer Nay Vo Is Qadar Zakhmi Kiya Thar Houee Khoon Say Zabaan Ley Sakay Na Hichkiyan
Alas, that delicate throat had been dry for three days. The arrow, filled with malice, wounded it so deeply, The tongue turned to blood, unable to even draw a gasp.
Khaali Jhoola Daikh Ker Aey Mere Noor-e-Nazar Aankh Bhar Aati Hai Meri Ore Rota Hai Jigar Sogaey Ho Tum Kahan Chayn Paaey Kaisay Maan
Seeing the empty cradle, O light of my eyes, My eyes fill with tears, and my heart weeps. Where have you gone to sleep? How can a mother find peace?
Jaam Ashkon Kay Peeyo Aaj Ki Shab So Raho Umr Lag Jaey Humari Tum Ko Tum Jeetay Raho Tum Pay Qurban Meri Jaan Aey Qaraar-e-Bay Kasaan
Drink the cup of tears, sleep tonight. May my life be added to yours, may you live long. My life is a sacrifice for you, O comfort of the helpless.
Mei Musafir Shaam Ki Khatm Hud Araam Ki Qaid Ho Ker Jaa Rahi Hoon Gard Hai Alaam Ki Bund Chuki Hai Reesman Hum Kahan Ore Tum Kahan
I am a traveler to Shaam, my rest has ended. I am going as a captive, surrounded by the dust of grief. The ropes have bound us; where are we, and where are you?
Meer Kya Rehan Kya Jis Nay Ye Noha Sunna Ashk Ankhon Say Baha Ker Us Nay Ro Ro Ker Kaha Haaey Aey Asghar Ki Maa Uff Vo Thera Imthihaan
Whether it be Meer or Rehan, whoever heard this Noha, Shedding tears from their eyes, they wept and said, 'Alas, O mother of Asghar, oh, what a trial that was.'
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