Asghar Tera Janaza

Jhulay Se Tujhko Lekar Paani Pilaane Laaya Paani Kay Badley Tujhko Zalim Ne Teer Maaraa Be Jaan Hua Hai Asghar Maa Ko Bataon Kaise

I took you from your cradle to get you some water; instead of water, the tyrant struck you with an arrow. Asghar has become lifeless — how can I tell your mother?

Gardan Se Teri Kaise Teere Sitam Nikalun Dil Phat Raha Hai Gham Se Kaise Ise Sambhalun Zakhmi Tera Galaa Hai Isko Chupaon Kaise

How can I draw the cruel arrow out of your neck? My heart is bursting with grief — how can I steady it? Your throat is wounded — how can I hide it?

Ghurbat Ki Intehaa Hai Paani Hai Naa Kafan Hai Jalti Hui Zameen Hai Nazuk Tera Badan Hai Asghar Bataa Main Teri Turbat Banaon Kaise

This is the very limit of destitution — there is neither water nor shroud; the ground is burning and your body is so fragile. Asghar, tell me — how can I make your grave?

Hum Bhi Isi Zameen Per Soyenge Sar Kataa Kar Maqtal Mein Tera Laashaa Dhundenge Ye Sitamgar Nayzay Se Tera Laashaa Haaye Bachaon Kaise

I too will sleep upon this same ground, my head severed; in the place of slaughter these oppressors will hunt for your body. From their spears, alas, how can I protect your body?

Haaye Rabab Kaise Dekhegi Teri Haalat Khaymon Mein Le Gaya To Aajayegi Qayamat Is Haal Mein Tumhe Mein Maa Se Milaon Kaise

Alas, how will Rabab bear to look upon your state? If I carry you into the tents, a storm of grief will break loose. In this condition, how can I bring you to your mother?

Zeeshan Run Mein Apne Dilbar Ki Laash Utha Kar Khaymon Kay Paas Aakar Kehne Lage Ye Sarwar Main Teri Laash Uthaa Kar Khaymon Mein Jaon Kaise

Zeeshan: lifting his beloved's body in the field, the Master came toward the tents and began to say: bearing your body, how can I ever enter the tents?