Zehra Ko Do Pursa
Irfan Haider
The mourners gather to offer their condolences to Bibi Fatima for the great loss of her family in Karbala.
Karbobala Ke Dasht Me Be Aasra Aale Nabi Maare Gaye Ansaar Sab, Zakhmi Hua Ibne Ali Munis Nahi Yawar Nahi, Ghaazi Nahi Akbar Nahi Bikhre Pade Hai Ja Baja, Laashe Kahi Aur Sar Kahi Matam Karo Ehle Aza, Ghar Lut Gaya Shabbir Ka Purse Ko Aai Sayyeda, Matam Karo Ehle Aza Pursa Bhare Ghar Ka Hai Ye, Jo Karbala Me Lut Gaya
In the desert of Karbala, the Prophet's family is helpless. All the companions have been slain, the son of Ali is wounded. There is no companion, no helper, no Ghazi, no Akbar. Bodies are scattered everywhere, corpses in one place and heads in another. Mourn, O people of grief, the house of Shabbir has been plundered. The Lady has come to receive condolences; mourn, O people of grief. This is the condolence for the entire household that was plundered in Karbala.
Hussain Ya Hussain, Hussain Bekafan, Hussain Bekhata Sab Milke Azadaro Zehra Ko Do Pursa Barbaad Hua Ran Me Ghar Aale Payambar Ka
Hussain, O Hussain. Hussain, the shroudless; Hussain, the innocent. All together, O mourners, offer condolences to Zehra. The house of the Prophet's family has been ruined on the battlefield.
Ek Dopeher Me Lut Gaya, Maqdooma-E-Alam Ka Ghar Kaunain Ki Shehzadiya, Noha Kuna Hai Nange Sar Tumse Ali Ki Laadli, Kehti Hai Ye Sar Peetkar
In just one afternoon, the house of the Lady of the Worlds was plundered. The princesses of both worlds are lamenting, bareheaded. The beloved daughter of Ali says this to you, beating her head in grief.
Aye Rone Walo Kya Kahe, Kesi Hui Humpe Jafa Kohe Musibat Gir Pada, Hum Hogaye Be Aasra Har Majlise Shabbir Me, Aati Hai Zainab Ki Sada
O mourners, what can we say, what oppression has befallen us? A mountain of calamity has collapsed, we have become helpless. In every gathering of Shabbir, the voice of Zainab echoes.
Pamaal Hai Farwa Ka Dil, Pamaal Qasim Ka Badan Maara Gaya Naushaah Bhi, Pardes Me Tashna Dahan Shaale Aza Pehne Hue, Kehti Hai Ek Shab Ki Dulhan
Farwa's heart is trampled, Qasim's body is trampled. The bridegroom was also killed, thirsty in a foreign land. Wearing the shawl of mourning, the bride of one night says this.
Nana Ki Jo Tasweer Tha, Rukhsat Hua Khakar Sina Ek Haath Seene Par Rakhe, Behosh Hai Akbar Ki Maa Zinda Rahu Kese Bhala, Hai Umme Laila Ki Fugha
He who was the image of the Prophet departed after being struck by a spear. With one hand on her chest, Akbar's mother is unconscious. 'How can I possibly remain alive?' is the cry of Umm Laila.
Kya Asr Ka Hangaam Tha, Jab Shaah Par Khanjar Chala Wo 13 Zarrbe Shimr Ki, Mazloom Ka Sookha Gala Maadar Ko Dekha Dasht Me, Aur Zere Lab Kehne Laga
What a time of Asr it was, when the dagger was drawn upon the King. Those thirteen strikes of Shimr, the parched throat of the oppressed one. He saw his mother in the desert, and began to say under his breath...
Shaame Ghariba Aagai, Karbobala Roti Rahi Jalti Hui Is Khaak Par, Baithi Rahi Aale Nabi Dasht-E-Bala Me Marsiya, Karti Rahi Binte Ali
The evening of the strangers arrived, Karbala kept weeping. On this burning sand, the Prophet's family remained sitting. In the desert of calamity, the daughter of Ali kept reciting the elegy.
Hai Mazhar-O-Irfan Bhi, Farshe Aza Par Matami Ankho Se Jaari Alqama, Purse Ka Hai Haq To Yahi Marham Dil-E-Zehra Ka Hai, Nauhagari Seenazani
Mazhar and Irfan are also mourners on the carpet of grief. Tears flow like the Alqama from their eyes; this is the true right of offering condolences. The balm for Zehra's heart is the reciting of elegies and the beating of chests.
Zehra Ko Do Pursa, Zehra Ko Do Pursa
Offer condolences to Zehra, offer condolences to Zehra.
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