Bethi Rowan Dhuain Da Paj - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan traduction en anglais

Bethi Rowan Dhuain Da Paj

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 Painful Tale of Karbala

Listen, my love, to the painful tale of Karbala,
Where eyes shed tears of blood, a mournful spectacle.
In Karbala, the beloved ones of Zahra and Ali were plundered,
Their precious sons, cruelly taken.
The burning pain in my heart, you cannot fathom,
Hearing the plight of Karbala, what transpired there.
Ask the lovers of the tenth of Muharram,
When the memory comes, what emotions arise.
Once in his father's lap, he would playfully tousle his hair,
Now, with closed eyes, what would become of him?
Ask Sayyid, Muhammad, in the midst of Karbala,
If his family were to be struck, what would befall?
We know, my dear, the moment the brother's corpse,
Reached his sister, what agony she endured.
Ask the hearts filled with sorrow,
When tears flow like rain from the eyes, what it signifies.
Ask Aabad, as he witnessed before his very eyes,
The chains that bound his aunt, what torment he felt.
Ask Zahra, under the blade of the dagger,
When Hussain writhed in pain, what her heart suffered.
Livers were torn, mountains trembled, the whole world shook,
When from Asghar's delicate throat, a fountain of blood erupted.
Sacrifice and patience, oh Sayyid, the leader, the rider,
He gave his life, but not his honor, the beloved of Haider.
In Karbala, when the family of the Prophet rose with noble character,
Hoors cried out in heaven, lamenting from the Arsh (divine throne).
Sayyid, writhing, looked at Zainab, "Nana, I am coming,"
The garden was destroyed today, by the wicked deeds of your ummah.
As the sister saw her brother's corpse, she convulsed in grief,
One last word, the sister spoke, as her brother lay plundered.
My brother, the veils of the poor sister are snatched away,
The flowers of the wedding procession fell, Sayyid, the groom's clothes were stained with blood.
Haider, Akbar, they left, under the swords of tyranny,
Meanwhile, the sister screamed, "No letter arrived from my brother!"
They cried and wailed, the travelers, their shackles rattled,
Imprisoned, the images of the Prophet, oh Sayyid.
In Karbala, the beloved ones were plundered,
The precious sons of Zahra and Ali.
The Arsh of Allah trembled,
Khizr came, shaken and distressed.
Zahra's grave shook,
Hearing the cries of young Asghar.
Hoors' tears flowed,
And the chairs of heaven were overturned in despair.
In Karbala, bodies lay scattered,
The family of the Prophet, prisoners, gazing upon them.
Zainab walked through the battlefield,
Saying, "Look upon the bodies of the martyrs,"
Where have you hidden, my moon-like brother?
Your sister calls out for you, searching.
What cruelty and oppression have you faced?
When Sayyid brought Akbar's body to the tents,
The heavens trembled, the angels fainted.
Zainab, the sister, came, and Sayyid said to her,
"Sister, today your entire wealth has been plundered."
Tears of blood flow from the eyes, the heart shatters into pieces,
Whenever the memory of the true saint of Karbala comes.
Even at night, Zehra's daughter sheds tears,
Beats her chest upon the corpses, and cries out, "Brother, brother!"
Sakhi, the deed that Hussain did, no one else can do,
No one has cried with such grief as Hussain's daughter.
Only the one whose brother has gone far away knows the pain of separation,
Sayyid, until the Day of Judgement, what happened in Karbala will not be forgotten.
Since the time Sayyid, the oppressed, was martyred,
The light of dawn has turned red for him.
Upon the pure bodies of the Panjtan,
My shawl, it has been torn to shreds.
When young Akbar's innocent blood,
Made the sand of Karbala even hotter.
There, Zahra's lamp was extinguished, Sayyid,
And here, the flower of disbelief blossomed.
What cruelty and oppression have you faced?
The people of Kufa, together they,
Plucked all the delicate buds and blossoms,
From the branches of the Panjtan's tree.
Shabbir's head upon the spear,
He ascended and witnessed that spectacle.
He, on Mount Sinai, saw the radiant face,
Moses searched for those glimpses.
The Arsh of Allah trembled,
Khizr came, shaken and distressed.
Zahra's grave shook,
Hearing the cries of young Asghar.
The broken hearts in Karbala,
Cannot forget the memory, it lingers.
May we sacrifice our lives for the ten days of Muharram,
And all the joys of the entire year.
Zainab walked through the battlefield,
Saying, "Look upon the bodies of the martyrs,"
Where have you hidden, my moon-like brother?
Your sister calls out for you, searching.
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 here, they bathe in luxury.
Hoors' tears flowed.
Cries arose in every street of Madinah,
When the rider of Karbala departed.
Only Hussain's heart knows,
How he left, bidding farewell to his daughter.
No one else ever left home like this,
Just as Maula Ali's beloved departed.
Sayyid, the world trembled when Sayyid,
Touched the curtain of his mother's chamber and left.
Hoors' tears flowed.
Sakhi, the tale of Hussain's pain,
Can anyone truly bear to hear it?
Hoors' tears flowed.
And the chairs of heaven were overturned in despair.