Yeh Dono Kate Haath To Pehchane Huwe Hain

Baazu Mere Yeh Quwwate Baazu Ke Hain Baazu Dekha Hai Inhe Jab Se Nahi Rukte Hain Aansu Woh Dard Kamar Me Hai Ke Dil Par Nhi Qaabu In Haatho'n Se Aati Hai Mere Bhai Ki Khushbu Jalti Huwi Reti Se Uthalo In He Dilbar

These arms are the arms of the strength of my own arms, Ever since I saw them, my tears have not ceased. There is such pain in my back, I have no control over my heart, From these hands comes the fragrance of my brother. Pick them up from the burning sand, O Beloved.

Hota Hai Qayamat Se Bada Bhai Ka Gham Bhi Us Par Yeh Sitam Haath Baradar Ke Qalam Bhi Dhoondo Zara Akbar Ke Madad Karte Hain Ham Bhi Laasha Bhi Yahi Hoga Kahee'n Mashko Alam Bhi Baba Ki Kamar Toothgayi Dasht Me Akbar

The grief of a brother is greater than the Day of Judgment, And upon that, the cruelty that the brother's hands are severed. Search for Akbar, I am coming to help too, The body must be here somewhere, along with the water-skin and the standard. Father's back has broken in the desert, O Akbar.

Tadpaya Bohat Bhai Ko Taaqeer Hai Meri Kuch Bhi Na Kiya Dast Me Taqreer Ne Meri Gurbat Me Kamar Todhdi Taqdeer Ne Meri Khaime Me Bade Naaz Se Hamsheer Ne Meri Taaweez Dua Ka Abhi Bandha Tha Inhi Par

I have caused my brother much anguish, such is my fate, My speech did nothing to help in this situation. In this state of exile, destiny has broken my back, In the tent, with such affection, my sister, Had just tied a prayer-amulet upon these very arms.

Armaan Mere Bhai Ke Tukdo'n Me Bate Hain Markar Bhi Mere Bhai Ke Jazbe Na Ghate Hain Yeh Dono Kate Jo Zakhmo Se Ate Hain Ek Sookhi Huwi Mashk Ke Bharne Me Kate Hain In Haatho'n Se Lipta Hai Sakina Ka Muqaddar

My brother's desires are scattered in pieces, Even in death, my brother's passion has not diminished. These two severed hands, which come bearing wounds, Were severed in the act of filling a dry water-skin. Sakina's destiny is wrapped around these hands.

Yeh Haath Hain Saqqayi Ke Mansab Ka Bharosa Baba Ki Duaon Ka Yaqee'n Sab Ka Bharosa Ummeed Sakina Ki To Zainab Ka Bharosa In Haato' N Se Wabasta Hai Ham Sab Ka Bharosa Dekho To Zara Ghaur Se Hamshakle Payamabar

These hands are the trust of the position of the Water-Bearer (Saqqa), The certainty of Father's prayers, the trust of everyone. The hope of Sakina and the reliance of Zainab, Our collective trust is tied to these hands. Look closely, O one who resembles the Prophet.

Ham Shakle Nabi Dasht Me Baba Ki Khabar Lo Ghash Khake Na Girjae'n Kahee Godh Me Bharlo Aanko'n Se Tapak Ne Laga Ab Khoone Jigar Lo Tehro Zara Inhaton Ki Pehchaan To Karlo Dil Gham Se Na Phathjaen Kahee'n Seene Ke Andar

O resemblance of the Prophet, take news of Father in this desert, Lest he faint and fall, take him into your lap. Blood of the heart has begun to drip from the eyes, take it, Wait a moment, recognize these hands, Lest the heart burst from grief within the chest.

Ammu Ka Alam Dekkhe Kehti Thi Sakina Kuch Derki Hai Pyaas Yeh Garmi Yeh Pasina Kuch Dur The Khaime Se Abhi Shah E Madina Do Haath Ko Liptaye Tha Shabbir Ka Seena Zainab Ne Jo Dekha To Kaha Phenk Ke Chadar

Seeing the standard of her uncle, Sakina would say, 'The thirst, this heat, this sweat has delayed him a little.' The King of Medina was still some distance from the tents, Shabbir's chest was embracing the two severed hands. When Zainab saw this, she threw down her veil and cried out.

Akhtar Hai Pharere Se Aaya'n Khoon Ki Laali Kohraam Hai Aamir Ke Alam Aaya Hai Khaali Pyaso'n Ki Har Ummeed Hai Ab Tootne Wali Do Haath Hain Haatho'n Me Liye Saayade Aali Har Bibi Se Kehti Hai Sakina Yeh Tadap Kar

Akhtar, the redness of blood is visible on the banner, There is mourning, Amir, for the standard has returned empty. Every hope of the thirsty ones is now about to break, The exalted Master holds two hands in his own, Sakina says this to every lady, writhing in pain.