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Yeh Woh Ali Hai Jisko Kabhi Ghar Nahi Mila

Mir Hasan Mir

A tiny baby named Ali Asghar faces great hardship in Karbala and never finds a home of his own. His journey continues even after he leaves this world.

NohaShahadat Ali Asghar

Yeh Woh Ali Hai Jisko Kabhi Ghar Nahi Mila

This is that Ali who never found a home.

Asghar Ko Leke Gaud Me Hai Asghar

Holding Asghar in his lap, there is Asghar.

Asghar Ko Like Godh Mein Kehti Hai Karbala Cheh Mah Ke Garib, Musafir Ko Soup Ke Kehhne Lage Hussain Yeh, Kabre Sagreer Se Rakhna Zara Khayal Mera Tashnadahan Ka

Holding Asghar in his lap, Karbala says: 'To this six-month-old stranger, having offered him up,' Hussain began to say to the small grave: 'Take care of my thirsty one.'

Madar Yeh Bain Karti Thi Dil Me Hai Yeh Kasak Sugra Tumhari Godh Se Aagosh e Kabr Tak Asghar Ko Maut Ne Kahin Rukne Nahi Diya

The mother lamented, with this ache in her heart: 'From your lap, Sugra, to the embrace of the grave, Death did not let Asghar rest anywhere.'

Maa Soch Ti Thi Dhalta Hai Din Ho Rahi Hai Shaam Jhule Me Laut Aaienga Shayad Who Tashnadahan Lekin Gazab Hua Ke Woh Jhula Bhi Jal Gaya

The mother thought, 'The day is fading, evening is falling, Perhaps that thirsty one will return to his cradle.' But a tragedy occurred—even that cradle was burned.

Galion Me Shehr e Kufa Ke Bazaar e Shaam Me Shiri Ke Ghar Kabhi, Kabhi Darbar e Shaam Me Marne Ke Baad Bhi Abhi Asghar Safar Me Tha

In the alleys of Kufa, in the bazaars of Shaam, Sometimes at a stranger's house, sometimes in the court of Shaam, Even after death, Asghar was still on a journey.

Nanhe Se Sar Ko Naaz Se Bus Takte Rahte The Phir Khoon Ro Ke Sayyad e Sajjad Kehte The Main Who Ali Hun Jiska, Bhara Ghar Ujad Gaya

He would gaze with tenderness at the tiny head, Then, weeping tears of blood, the Master Sajjad would say: 'I am that Ali whose full home has been devastated.'

Aane Laga Watan Jo, Garibon Ka Karwan Mud Mud Ke Kehti Jaati Thi Ek Khali Godh Ma Rakhio Sambhal Kar Ise Aai Arze Nainawa

When the caravan of the oppressed began to return home, A mother with an empty lap kept turning back to say: 'Keep him safe, O land of Nainawa.'

Dar Hai Yeh Phir Se Koi Sina Par Utha Na Le Lipta Hua Hai Abbhi Seene Se Baap Ke Ro Ro Ke Keh Rahi Hai Takallum Yeh Karbal

There is a fear that someone might lift him onto a spear again, He is still clinging to his father's chest, Weeping, Karbala says this through Takallum.

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