Ya Habibi Ya Hussain
Ali Safdar
A devotee expresses a deep longing to visit the shrine of Imam Hussain in Karbala. They reflect on the tragedy of Ashura and the enduring connection between the mourner and the Imam.
Ya Habibi Ya Hussain, Noorul Aini Ya Hussain
O my beloved, O Hussain, O light of my eyes, O Hussain.
[Ya Habibi, Ya Habibi Ya Hussain Noorul Aini, Noorul Aini Ya Hussain] Noorul Aini Ya Hussain
[O my beloved, O my beloved, O Hussain O light of my eyes, O light of my eyes, O Hussain] O light of my eyes, O Hussain.
Kab Ho Ziyarat Aapki Maula Dekhi Lakeere Hatho Me Din Me Tadapta Rehta Hu Mai Sota Nahi Hu Raato Me Maula Aapki Baate Ki Hai Maula Apni Baato Me Saans Hai Kehti Maula Haider Dil Hai Kehta..
When will I be blessed with your Ziyarat, my Master? I see the lines on my palms. I writhe in pain during the day, and I cannot sleep at night. My Master, I speak of you in my own words. My breath says 'Maula Haider', my heart says...
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Kok Jali Maa Kehti Hai Ye Ehle Aza Se Hai Mujhko Aas Mera Laal Hai Abhi Tanha Bujhti Nahi Hai Iski Pyaas Jo Bhi Ziyarat Karlo Jaana Mere Pyaase Hussain Ke Paas Raahe Najaf Aur Raahe Khorasan Raahe Madina..
The mother with the burnt womb says, 'I have hope from the mourners (Ahl-e-Aza). My son is still alone, his thirst is not quenched. Whoever goes for Ziyarat, go to my thirsty Hussain. The path to Najaf, the path to Khorasan, the path to Medina...'
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Aao Chale Pursa Dene Ko Dilwale Ye Kehte Hai Qarb E Hussain Jo Zehn Me Aae Khoon Ke Aasu Behte Hai Dil Me Ziyarat Lab Pe Ziyarat Aankh Me Maula Rehte Hai Ashura Ho Karbobala Me Aaya Hai Jazba..
Come, let us go to offer condolences (Pursa), say the lovers. When the suffering of Hussain comes to mind, tears of blood flow. Ziyarat is in my heart, Ziyarat is on my lips, the Master resides in my eyes. Ashura has come to Karbala, the spirit...
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Jinno Malak Aur Hoor O Qudsi Saare Wali Aur Khud Haider Roza E Sheh Par Aajate Hai Saare Imam Aur Paighambar Roz Imam E Asr Hai Aate Pursa Leti Hai Maadar Roza E Sheh Par Majlis Dekho, Matam O Girya..
The Jinn, the angels, the Hoor, the holy ones, all the Saints, and Haider himself. All the Imams and Prophets come to the Master's shrine. Every day the Imam of the Age (Imam-e-Asr) comes, and the Mother (Fatima s.a.) offers condolences. See the gathering at the Master's shrine, the mourning and the weeping...
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Maa Pehle Se Zamee Par Baithi Ghode Se Girta Hai Hussain Garm Zamee Par Ediya Ragdi Tadpa Maa Ke Dil Ka Chayn Khushk Gala Khanjar Se Hai Kat Ta Aur Hai Uth Ta Shoro Shain Akhri Saans Hai, Akhri Lamha, Akhri Sajda..
The mother is already sitting on the ground; Hussain falls from his horse. He rubs his heels on the hot earth, the peace of the mother's heart is restless. The dry throat is being cut by the dagger, and the cries of wailing rise. It is the final breath, the final moment, the final prostration...
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Dil Me Ziyarat Ki Khwahish Hai Aane Se Mazoor Hu Mai Apne Gunaho Ki Kasrat Se Aap Se Kitna Door Hu Mai Aai Sada Jab Maine Kaha Hai Maula Ab Majboor Hu Mai Ghar Baithe Tum Padhlo Ziyarat, Padhlo Noha..
There is a desire for Ziyarat in my heart, but I am helpless to go. Because of the abundance of my sins, I am so far from you. When I said, 'Master, I am helpless now,' a voice came: 'Read the Ziyarat sitting at home, recite the Noha...'
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
Takfeeri Zalim Ki Himayat Karte Nahi Hai Ehle Aza Lashkar Kitne Hi Aajae Darte Nahi Hai Ehle Aza Zibha Qamar Karte Hai Yazidi Darte Nahi Hai Ehle Aza Gardan Katgai Fir Bhi Hai Zinda, Khoon Hai Kehta..
The mourners (Ahl-e-Aza) do not support the oppressive Takfiris. No matter how many armies come, the mourners are not afraid. The Yazidis behead us, but the mourners are not afraid. Even if the neck is severed, we are still alive; the blood says...
Ya Hussain Ya Hussain Ya Hussain
O Hussain, O Hussain, O Hussain.
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