Aa Ghum-E-Shabbir Seene Se Laga - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan перевод на английский

Aa Ghum-E-Shabbir Seene Se Laga

Wafa ka noor duniya mein kabhi madham nahi hota
Gham e shabbir badhta jaa raha hai kam nahi hota

Wo dil dil hi nahi paththar ke tukde se bhi badtar hai
Ke jis dil mein nabi ke ladle ka gham nahi hota

Aa gham e shabbir aa seene laga kar choom loon
Karbala ki khaak ko aansu pila kar choom loon

Ze gham ali ka zulm ke jangal mein ghir gaya
Sahra ka chand shaam ke baadal mein ghir gaya

Tha gul azaare fatima khaaron mein ghir gaya
Tanha ali ka laal haadaaron mein ghir gaya

Aa mera asghar sada deti thi subra raaaz e dil
Aa teri raahon ko main palkein bichcha ke choom loon

Yun mukhaatib lasha e akbar se the ibn e ali
Uth mere bete tujhe dil mein baitha ke choom loon

Jab chale maidaan ko kaasib ko sayyad ne kaha
Ruk zara dulha tujhe sehra saja ke choom loon

Rok kar auron muhammad ko ye zanib ne kaha
Aakhiri baar aao seene se laga kar choom loon

Tum bhi mere jaan asghar paani pee kar aa gaye
Aankh to kholo tumhein lori suna kar choom loon

Jisne bachaya khalq ko do zakh ki aag se
Afsos uski aal ke kheme bhi jal gaye

Asghar ki hichki akhiri agar che thi besada
Phir bhi zameen o aasman ke dil dahal gaye

Sayam kamaal e zard ki koshish to ki magar
Palkon ka halka tod kar aansu nikal gaye

Kaise kalam rakam kare aayat e karbala
Ye bolti kitaab ke paare ki baat hai

Chchaaye the baadal zulm o tashaddud ke aal par
Paththar baras rahe the muhammad ke laal par

Dard o alam azal se tha hissa hussain ka
Gham se hai bhara hua kissa hussain ka

Devo se band band juda tha janaab ka
Shiraaz e khul gaya tha khuda ki kitaab ka

Laashai pade the dasht e musibat mein iss taraf
Sehme chaman mein phool baraste hain jiss tarah

Tum bhi mere chand asghar paani pi kar aa gaye
Aankh toh kholo tumhein lori suna kar choom loon

Jab chale maidaan ko kasib ko sayyad ne kaha
Ruk zara dulha tujhe sehra saja ke choom loon

Raat din jo ankh roti hai gham e shabbir mein
Kyun na main sayim usse ankhein jhuka kar choom loon

Aa Ghum-E-Shabbir Seene Se Laga

Oh love's light never dims in the world
Shabbir's grief only grows, it is not reduced

A heart is not a heart, but a piece of stone
That doesn't grieve for the Prophet's beloved one

Come, grief of Shabbir, come, let me press you to my chest
Let me kiss the dust of Karbala and make it moist with tears

Ali's grief was surrounded by a forest of cruelty
The moon of the desert was shrouded in the clouds of evening

Fatima's rose was surrounded by thorns
Ali's lonely son was surrounded by enemies

Come, my Asghar, Subra whispered the secret of her heart
Come, let me spread my eyelashes along your path and kiss it

Thus did Ibn e Ali address the body of Akbar
Arise my son, let me take you into my heart and kiss it

When he went to the battlefield, the hunter said to Qasim
Wait a moment, groom, let me adorn you with a garland and kiss it

Holding back others, Zainab said to Muhammad
Come for the last time, let me take you to my chest and kiss it

You too, my beloved Asghar, came after drinking water
Open your eyes, let me sing you a lullaby and kiss it

He who saved the world from the fires of the two wounds
Alas, his family's tents were also burned

Asghar's last hiccup was silent
Yet the heavens and the earth trembled

In vain did the sun try to hide its golden face
For the weight of the eyelids broke, and tears flowed

How can the pen write the verse of Karbala
For it is a book beyond words

The clouds of cruelty and oppression gathered over the family
Stones rained down on Muhammad's beloved

Hussain's inheritance was pain and suffering
His story is filled with sorrow

Hussein's body was separated from his limbs
The book of God was opened at the chapter of wounds

Corpses lay in the field of tribulation
Like flowers scattered in a garden

You too, my moon Asghar, came after drinking water
Open your eyes, let me sing you a lullaby and kiss it

When he went to the battlefield, the hunter said to Qasim
Wait a moment, groom, let me adorn you with a garland and kiss it

If my eyes weep day and night in the grief of Shabbir
Why should I not close them and kiss them