Jalwah Numma Khawaja - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Übersetzung ins Englische

Jalwah Numma Khawaja

Sun dard kahaani karbal di
Akhan khoon de neer uchaal diyan
Karbal vich jhokan lutiyaan ne
Zahra te ali de laal diyan
Dil de soz de baaj nahi pata lagda
Sunniye karbal da haal te ki hunda
Puchcho dasvin muharaam da aashiqan nu
Jadon aawe khayaal te ki hunda
Godi baap de tadaf ke ik waari
Ankhan meett laye baal te ki hunda
Sayim puchcho muhammad nu vich karbal
Maari jaawe je aal te ki hunda
Sanu pata ki veer di laash jis dam
Aake labhdi e bhain te ki hunda
Dard mandan de dilan nu puch jaake
Cham cham barsan je nain te ki hunda
Pucho aabad nu ankhan de saamne je
Kadiyan phuphi nu pain te ki hunda
Puchcho zahra nu khanjar di dhaar thalle
Jadon tadfe hussain te ki hunda
Phat gaye jigar pahadan de vi kamb gaya jag saara
Jad asghar de naazak halkon chchuteya khoon phwaara
Sadke sabar tere ton sayim sayyid shah sawaara
Jaan ditti par aan na diiti haider de dildaara
Karbal vich jadd aal nabi di uthi bad kirdaaran
Hooran tadfiyan jannat andar arsheen pain pukaaran
Sayim tadaf ke aakhe zainab lai nana hun saaran
Bagh ujaad ditta ajj tera ummat de badkirdaaran
Tak veer nu de laashe tayin tadaf payi hamsheera
Ik te gal akheeri kar lai bhain luti deya veera
Bhain ghareeb diyan sadran mukkiyan mereya veera
Gir gaye phul sehre da sayim khoon ch rangeya jheera
Haider akbar te chal gayiyaan zulm diyan shamsheeran
Odher bhain udeekan kardi khat nahi ghaleya veeran
Haawaan maar ke royiyaan raahwan kamb diyan si zanjeeran
Kaidi ho jad duniya sayim nabi diyan tasveeran
Karbal vich jhokan luttiyan ne
Zahra te ali de laal diyan
Dil hileya arsh muallah da
Aaya larzan nu bade khizran nu
Kamb utheya roza zahra da
Sun cheekan asghar baal diyan
Hooran de athru dul gaye ne
Atte dhaawan maariyan kursiyan ne
Karbal vich laashan tadaf diyan
Tak tak ke aseer di aal diyan
Maqtal chon langdeyan zainab ne
Keha laashe vekh shaheedan de
Kithe chchup gayon mere chann veeran
Tainu kehndi bhaina bhaal diyan
Kidda kehar te zulm kamaaya e
Lai akbar da laasha sayyid jad kheme wal aaya
Asmaanan nu larza aaya malkan hosh wanjaaya
Zainab bhain nu aake sayim sayyid ne farmaaya
Lutt leya ajj bhaina tera kufiyan sab sarmaaya
Cham cham khoon ankhan chon wagda dil tukde ho jaaye
Karbal waale peer sachche di yaad jadon vi aawe
Raati bhi zehra di sayim hanju payi wagawe
Laashan nu payi waajan maare atte veer veer kurlaawe
Sakhi hussain ne kam jo keeta kar nahi sakda koi
Koi nahi royiyaan vichchdan lagiyan jehve dhee hussain di royi
Veer jehde pardesi jaawan gham hijr da jaane soyi
Sayim mehshar tak nayi bhulni jehdi karbal de vich hoyi
Jad ton sayyid mazloom shaheed hoya
Shafaq subah di ohde ton ratti ho gayi
Panjtan paak de gushan e paak utte
Meri oh challi patti patti ho gayi
Jad akbar jawaan da khoon dulla
Ret karbalan di hor tatti ho gayi
Udhar zahra da bujheya chirag sayim
Udharon gul si kufr di batti ho gayi
Kidda kehar te zulm kamaaya e
Ral mil ke koofe waleyan ne
Sab kaliyan narm tharu sittiyan
Panjtan de shajar de daal diyan
Shabbeer de sar ne neze te
Chad ke oh jalwa vekh leya
Oh toor utte chehre jalwe nu
Musa diyan galiyan bhaaldiyan
Dil hileya arsh muallah da
Aaya larzan nu ate hizran nu
Kamb utheya roza zahra da
Sunn cheekan asghar baal diyann
Karbal vich tuttiyan hoyiyaan di
Nayi yaad bhulaayan bhul sakdi
Laye jaan muharram de das din
Sab khushiyan poore saal diyan
Maqtal chon langdeyan zainab ne
Keha laashe dekh shaheedan de
Kithe chchup gayon mere chann veeran
Tainu kehndi bhaina bhaal diyan
Je eh nahi qayaamat aye ′Sayim'
Pher hor qayaamat kehdi e
Ik mile na paani pyaseyan nu
Ik dhuban khanga bhaal diyan
Hooran de athru dul gaye ne
Gali gali madine de cheekh uthi
Jadon karbaal da shahsawaar tureya
Eh te jigra hussain da hi jaande
Kivein bachi nu deke pyar tureya
Ghar nu chchadd ke koi ni inj tureya
Maula ali da jivein dildaar tureya
Sayim tadfeya jag si jadon sayim
Chadre amma de hujre nu maar chaleya
Hooran de athru dul gaye ne
Sakhi hussain di dard kahaani
Bhala koi sun sakke
Hooran de athru dul gaye ne
Atte dhaawan maariyan kursiyan ne

The Splendor of Khawaja

Listen to the tale of sorrow from Karbala,
Eyes shedding tears of blood,
In Karbala, the tyrants plundered,
The precious ones of Zahra and Ali.
The heart's burning pain is immeasurable,
Listen, what transpired in Karbala?
Ask the lovers of the tenth Muharram,
When the memory comes, what happens?
Once in the father's lap, he writhed,
Eyes closed upon seeing the hair, what happens?
Ask the Prophet, in the midst of Karbala,
If struck by stones, what happens?
We know, the moment the brother's corpse,
Is found by the sister, what happens?
Ask the hearts of the sorrowful,
When tears rain from the eyes, what happens?
Ask Aabid, if before his eyes,
His aunt is shackled and suffers, what happens?
Ask Zahra, beneath the blade of the dagger,
When Hussain writhes, what happens?
Hearts shattered, mountains trembled, the whole world shook,
When from Asghar's delicate throat, a fountain of blood erupted.
Sacrifice to your patience, O Sayyid, the Prince of riders,
You gave your life, but not your honor, O beloved of Haider.
In Karbala, when the family of the Prophet rose, with their noble character,
Hoors in paradise lament, the Arsh cries out in pain.
Sayyid, writhing, Zainab cries out, "Grandfather, I am ruined."
Your garden is destroyed today, by the treacherous ones of your Ummah.
Seeing her brother's corpse, the sister laments,
One last conversation, the sister speaks, the brother is lost.
Sister of the poor, unveiling her face, "Oh my brother!"
The flowers of the wedding procession fell, Sayyid, blood stained the bridal dress.
Haider, Akbar departed, under the swords of tyranny,
The sister cries out, "No letter has arrived from my brother."
She weeps, lamenting, the chains of the oppressors tremble.
When the images of the Prophet are imprisoned, Sayyid,
In Karbala, the tyrants plundered,
The precious ones of Zahra and Ali.
The Throne of Allah trembled,
Khizr came, trembling,
Zahra's shrine shook,
Listen to the cries of little Asghar.
Hoors' tears spilled,
The chairs of the Divine Throne shook,
In Karbala, corpses writhe,
Seeing the family of the Prophet in chains.
Zainab stumbled from the battlefield,
Saying, "Look at the corpses of the martyrs."
Where have my moon-like brothers hidden?
Your sister calls out, searching for you.
What calamity and oppression have you endured?
When Sayyid brought Akbar's corpse to the tent,
The heavens shuddered, the angels lost consciousness.
Coming to Zainab, Sayyid said,
"Sister, today, all your wealth has been looted."
Blood flows from the eyes, the heart breaks into pieces,
Whenever the memory of the true saint of Karbala comes,
Even at night, Zahra cries, shedding tears.
She wails over the corpses, crying out, "Brother, brother."
Sakhi, the deed Hussain did, none can do,
No one cried with such heartfelt pain as Hussain's daughter cried.
The one whose brother goes abroad, knows the pain of separation,
Sayyid, till Judgement Day, what happened in Karbala won't be forgotten.
Since the oppressed Sayyid was martyred,
The morning twilight has turned red from his blood.
Upon the pure bodies of the Five Pure Ones,
My shawl has been torn to shreds.
When the blood of young Akbar,
Stained the sand of Karbala red.
There, Zahra's lamp extinguished, Sayyid,
And here, the flame of disbelief was lit.
What calamity and oppression have you endured?
The people of Kufa gathered,
And plucked all the delicate buds,
From the branches of the Five Pure Ones' tree.
Shabbir's head, upon the spear,
Rose and witnessed the splendor,
That face, on Mount Sinai,
Moses seeks glimpses of.
The Throne of Allah trembled,
Khizr came, trembling,
Zahra's shrine shook,
Listen to the cries of little Asghar.
The tragedies of Karbala,
Can never be forgotten,
Taking the life of Muharram's ten days,
Brings all the joys of the entire year.
Zainab stumbled from the battlefield,
Saying, "Look at the corpses of the martyrs."
Where have my moon-like brothers hidden?
Your sister calls out, searching for you.
If this is not the Day of Judgement, Sayyid,
Then what is the Day of Judgement?
The thirsty ones were denied even a drop of water,
And their bodies lie wounded and scarred.
Hoors' tears spilled,
In every street of Madina, cries arose,
When the rider of Karbala departed,
Only Hussain's heart knows,
How he left, showering his daughter with love.
No one ever left home like this,
As the beloved of Maula Ali departed,
Sayyid, the world trembled when Sayyid,
Kissed the cloth of his mother's chamber and left.
Hoors' tears spilled,
Sakhi, the tale of Hussain's pain,
Can anyone bear to hear?
Hoors' tears spilled,
And the chairs of the Divine Throne shook.