Moin Uddin Khawaja Waliyon Ke - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan traduction en anglais

Moin Uddin Khawaja Waliyon Ke

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 Story of the Saints of Moin Uddin Khawaja

Listen to the tale of Karbala's pain,
Eyes shed tears of blood like pouring rain.
In Karbala, where tyrants caused such plight,
They plundered Zahra and Ali's sons' light.
The heart's burning anguish, its depth unknown,
Hear what unfolded on that fateful morn.
Ask the lovers of the tenth Muharram's day,
What emotions surge when they recall and pray.
Once in his father's lap, he leapt with glee,
But what becomes of him, eyes filled with misery?
Ask Sayim, ask Muhammad in Karbala's embrace,
What happens when their family faces disgrace?
We know the moment the hero's body lay,
Lifted by his sister, what words can we say?
Ask the hearts of those wounded deep within,
When tears like rain from their eyes begin.
Ask Aabad, who witnessed with tearful sight,
The shackles that bound his aunt, causing such fright.
Ask Zahra, beneath the dagger's cruel blade,
What happened when Hussain, her beloved, swayed?
Hearts shattered, mountains trembled, the world in despair,
As Asghar's delicate throat spewed a blood fountain rare.
Sacrifice and patience, Sayim, oh noble guide,
He gave his life, but Haider's beloved's honor he did abide.
In Karbala, when the Prophet's family faced such ill fate,
Hooran cried out in heaven, lamenting their state.
Sayim, Zainab cried, calling out to her grandfather dear,
Your garden lies ravaged by evildoers, drawing near.
As she saw her brother's body, the sister's heart did break,
One last time, she spoke, for her soul's sake.
My brother, hear the cries of your impoverished kin,
The flower of the garland has fallen, blood stains begin.
Haider, Akbar, succumbed to tyranny's sword so cruel,
While the sister searched frantically, no news of her hero, so cool.
She wept and wailed, the chains of oppression did bind,
Imprisoned, the images of the Prophet, she could not find.
In Karbala, where tyrants caused such plight,
They plundered Zahra and Ali's sons' light.
The throne of God trembled with a mighty shake,
Khizr the Green One felt the earth quake.
Zahra's shrine shuddered, a sight to behold,
Hearing the cries of Asghar, the story unfolds.
Hooran's tears flowed like a river's tide,
The chairs of the divine court swayed side to side.
In Karbala, bodies lay in disarray,
As the eyes of the captives watched in dismay.
Zainab stumbled from the battlefield's scene,
"Behold the bodies of martyrs, once so keen.
Where have you gone, my beloved brothers, so bright?
Your sister calls out, searching for your light."
What cruelty and oppression did they bestow,
When Sayyid returned with Akbar's body, filled with woe?
The heavens trembled, angels lost their sense,
Sayyid addressed Zainab, with mournful eloquence.
"Sister, they have plundered your treasures today," he sighed,
Tears of blood stream down, hearts torn open wide.
When memories of Karbala's saint arise,
Even at night, Zehra's tears fill the skies.
She mourns the bodies, crying out in despair,
"Oh Hussain, your deeds, no one can compare."
No one has wept with such heartfelt cries,
As Hussain's daughter, tears streaming from her eyes.
Those who journey far, know the pain of separation's sting,
Sayim, until judgement day, the tragedy of Karbala will ring.
Since the day Sayyid, the oppressed, was slain,
The dawn's glow has turned crimson with pain.
Upon the sacred bodies of the Holy Five,
My shawl lies torn, unable to revive.
When young Akbar's blood stained the ground,
The sands of Karbala were forever bound.
Zahra's lamp extinguished, its light now dim,
While the flame of disbelief began to brim.
What cruelty and oppression did they bestow,
The people of Kufa, united in their woe,
Plucked the tender buds, branches so frail,
From the family tree of the Prophet, they did prevail.
Shabbeer's head, upon the spear held high,
Witnessed a sight that made angels cry.
On Mount Sinai, Moses searched in vain,
For the radiant face, seeking to explain.
The throne of God trembled with a mighty shake,
Khizr the Green One felt the earth quake.
Zahra's shrine shuddered, a sight to behold,
Hearing the cries of Asghar, the story unfolds.
The tragedies of Karbala, etched in our mind,
We cannot forget, though years we may find.
For ten days of Muharram, we shed tears of pain,
Sacrificing joys of the year, again and again.
Zainab stumbled from the battlefield's scene,
"Behold the bodies of martyrs, once so keen.
Where have you gone, my beloved brothers, so bright?
Your sister calls out, searching for your light."
If this is not the Day of Judgement, Sayim, I plead,
Then what greater calamity could we concede?
The thirsty ones were denied a single drop,
While blood stained their armor, a sight that would never stop.
Hooran's tears flowed like a river's tide,
Cries echoed through Medina's streets so wide,
When Karbala's warrior embarked on his way,
Only Hussain's heart knew the price he would pay.
None leave their home with such love and grace,
Like Ali's beloved, leaving without a trace.
Sayim, the world trembled and shook with despair,
As he kissed his mother's veil and bid farewell with care.
Hooran's tears flowed like a river's tide,
The tale of Hussain's pain, so deep inside,
Can anyone truly comprehend its plight?
Hooran's tears flowed like a river's tide,
The chairs of the divine court swayed side to side.