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Mentirosa

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

Mentirosa

Listen to the sorrowful tale of Karbala, my love
Where eyes shed tears of blood.
In Karbala, the tyrants looted,
The precious ones of Zahra and Ali.

The pain of the heart, its depth is immeasurable,
Listen to the story of Karbala, what transpired.
Ask the lovers of the tenth of Muharram,
What happens when that day is remembered.
Once cradled in their father's loving embrace,
What happens when their innocent eyes meet yours?
Ask the Prophet Muhammad in Karbala,
What happens when his family is martyred?

We know when the martyr's body,
Reaches his sister, what happens then?
Ask the hearts filled with agony,
What happens when tears flow incessantly?
Ask the people of Aabad, as they witness,
The pain of severed wrists, what happens then?
Ask Zahra, under the shadow of the sword,
What happens when Hussain is laid to rest?

Livers were torn, mountains trembled, the world shook,
When Asghar's delicate neck was pierced, blood gushed forth.
I sacrifice myself to your patience, O Sayyid, the King,
You gave your life but didn't surrender Haider's beloved.

In Karbala, against the Prophet's family, evil rose,
Their burials are in Paradise, upon the Throne, honored.
Sayyid, after the burial, Zainab took the children,
Your garden was destroyed today by the evildoers of your Ummah.

Hamsheera continued the burial rites until the last body,
One final conversation, my sister, your brother is gone.
My sister, the chests of the poor are beating, my brother,
The flowers of the Sehra have fallen, Sayyid, the cloth is stained with blood.

Haider, Akbar is gone, slain by the swords of tyranny,
Over there, the sister wails, no letter sent to the brave.
Beating their chests, they weep, the chains of the prisoners clink,
When the world is imprisoned, Sayyid, the images of the Prophet.

In Karbala, the tyrants looted,
The precious ones of Zahra and Ali.

The heart of the Arsh-e-Mualla trembled,
It shook with fear and grief,
The grave of Zahra shuddered,
Hearing the cries of Asghar, the child.

Their tears flowed like rivers,
And the Thrones themselves lamented,
In Karbala, bodies lay unburied,
Even the families of the captives.

Zainab walked through the battlefield,
Saying, "Look at the bodies of the martyrs,
Where have my moon-like brothers hidden?
Your sister searches for you."

What sorrow and cruelty they inflicted,
When Sayyid returned to the tents with Akbar's body,
The heavens trembled, the angels fainted,
Sayyid came to Zainab and said,
Your brother is gone, my sister, the Kufis have destroyed everything."

Blood streams from our eyes, our hearts break into pieces,
Whenever the memory of the truthful Peer of Karbala arises.
Even at night, Zehra's Sayyid weeps,
He beats the bodies and cries out, "Brother! Brother!"

Friend, the deed Hussain accomplished, no one else can,
No one cried from within like Hussain's daughter cried.
Those brave ones who left, they sleep in the sorrow of separation,
Sayyid, until Judgement Day, the events of Karbala will not be forgotten.

When the oppressed Sayyid was martyred,
The morning's dawn turned into night.
Upon the holy ears of the five pure souls,
My honor, piece by piece, was stripped away.
When young Akbar's blood flowed,
The sands of Karbala turned hotter.
There, Zahra's lamp extinguished, Sayyid,
And from there, the wick of infidelity was lit.

What sorrow and cruelty they inflicted,
The people of Kufa, united in their evil,
Destroyed all the delicate buds and branches,
Of the family tree of the Five Pure Souls.

Shabbeer's head was brought near,
And he looked at the burning pyre,
On that pyre, upon the burning face,
He searched for the streets of Musa.

The heart of the Arsh-e-Mualla trembled,
It shook with fear and grief,
The grave of Zahra shuddered,
Hearing the cries of Asghar, the child.

The broken hearts of Karbala,
Their memory cannot be erased or forgotten,
I give my life for the ten days of Muharram,
For all the joys of the whole year.

Zainab walked through the battlefield,
Saying, "Look at the bodies of the martyrs,
Where have my moon-like brothers hidden?
Your sister searches for you."

If this isn't the Day of Judgement, Sayyid,
Then what is?
Not a drop of water for the thirsty,
Only dust for their foreheads.

Their tears flowed like rivers,
Cries arose throughout Madina,
When the King of Karbala departed,
This was surely Hussain's heart,
Leaving his child, how could he depart?
No one leaves their home like this,
Maula Ali's beloved departed,
Sayyid, when the world was laid to rest, Sayyid,
He wrapped the Mother's shawl around him and left.

Their tears flowed like rivers.
Friend, the sorrowful tale of Hussain,
Who can bear to hear it?

Their tears flowed like rivers,
And the Thrones themselves lamented.