My Favourite Nasheed

Hatty

Junior Member
Nice - thanks sister...

Nice - thanks sister...

Shall we make this thread - as a fav Nasheed thread. for everyone to post their Fav Nasheed.

mine is the following:

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Hatty

Junior Member
Translation of Hazzatni Nasheed

Hazzatni (it has moved me): Nasheed was written for Palestine to show and describe the suffering and hardship of its children, women and men.

It has moved me
The breeze of nights
It appeared in my mind
A gentle hint of bitter pain

Made me cry
Cries of the orphans
Sound of pain increased and grew
Around those shackeled and prisoners of war

Burning me
Gasps of bereaved mothers and widows
Stab wounds in succession
Heavy tears the child

Take me
O sail of time
To the corners of aspirations
To place and time bright and sparkling



It has moved me
the breeze of of nights
It appeared in my mind
A gentle hint of bitter pain

Made me cry
Cries of the orphans
Sound of pain increased and grew
Around those shackeled and prisoners of war


O Jerusalem ..
O the breath of me (myself)
In you my night and whisper
and the Duaa' the depositaries (he means the weak slave of Allah)

Who knows
(Ya Sababata - I don't know what it means) of my chest
I see the birth of new dawn (Fajr)
Followed by the undesirable night

It has moved me
the breeze of of nights
It appeared in my mind
A gentle hint of bitter pain

Made me cry
Cries of the orphans
Sound of pain increased and grew
Around those shackeled and prisoners of war

Her eyes
Her bleeding is her complaint
Her grief and her crying tears
In her prostration and her walk

They asked her
About the remains of her visions
When will you feel better??
.... She replied - Al Qadir (When Allah permits)

It has moved me


the breeze of nights
It appeared in my mind
A gentle hint of bitter pain

Made me cry
Cries of the orphans
Sound of pain increased and grew
Around those shackeled and prisoners of war

From my heart, O the love of my heart
I spent the night I call upon (make Duaa) my Lord
To help me with anything, make me feel better and give me shelter

From my soul
O my soul companion
I came so you do not cry
You are worth a lot to my soul


It has moved me
the breeze of of nights
It appeared in my mind
A gentle hint of bitter pain

Made me cry
Cries of the orphans
Sound of pain increased and grew
Around those shackeled and prisoners of war

Around those shackeled and prisoners of war
 
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