Rain of oneness

"Let me drench myself in the rain of self awareness,let my eyes get cleaned up with the drops of gratitude. Let my soul be imbibe with joy of oneness "

Drops of wisedom

"Wisedom is omnipresent, We are smart enough to shield ourselves from it "

Sunny@photography 

I wish you…

I wish you enough; enough of everything.

I wish you enough smiles to keep your cheeks tight,

I wish you enough happiness to keep yourself always upright,

I wish you enough pain so that you can treasure all small  bright spots of your life,

I wish you enough of sunshine to keep your days bright,

I wish you enough of moonlight that you can enjoy the darkness of night,

I wish you enough of success so that can catch the stars,

I wish you enough of failure so that you can appreciate your success,

I wish you enough love to keep you full till the dusk of  your life,

Sunny

Daffodils: by William Wordsworth

Courtesy to IRISH MEDICAL TIME

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?--------------Bulleh Shah

I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
The fire of separation is unceasing !
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
O Bullah, I am in dire trouble !
Let someone come to help me out.
How shall I endure such torture ?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He was lover of his guru and god. Moniker for his god was Ranjha / Heer. He always remember his god as a lover. He describe his feeling in metaphors and whenever I read him, it seem as if he wrote these poems for me only. I don’t know? what I am searching for but I am sure it is either god or Heer. as I wish, one day I too will  love like him.

I know who you are, I know who I am I know the truth and the meaning of love. God is singing within your heart breathing inside your breath more close than a hand within a glove or a thought within the head. If you listen, my friend, with an open heart you will know this declaration's true the Truth? You forgot some time ago the surprise - the revelation's you you wrote this poem yes, you back then when your heart was filled with ecstasy blind drunk on the clear wine of love. (Shah)

Mind Without Fear- R.Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------This work was translated by Mr. Tagore, when requested by Mr. William Rothenstein in 191. It appeared as a poem in “Gitanjali “ in 1912 published by The Indian society, Londan.

Later on, this same poem inspired many Indians to have a strong, dynamic and determined picture of self during struggle of freedom.

Few Line from Rabindranath’s Gitanjali

Who is this?

I Came out alone on my way to my tryst.But who is this that follows me in the silent darks?

I move aside to avoid his presence but escape him not.

he makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.

                                                  By R.Tagore

Poet is a painter who paints his imagination and thoughts with words. As paintings are multi dimensional so as the poems. Shrouded under webs of words, there lay many meanings and as per reader’s nature and enlightenment  one translate it .

My translation:

I am out on my journey all alone but I always found some one lingering around. My ego,  He has a name. my name, he is just absolute and growing with me, day by day. I try to avoid him by hearing my inner voice “my soul” but not able to get rid of him as he always wins to align me with  the requirements of this transient world. he creates lot of false halos around me.Which reflects in my all actions and words. I know him in and out because I am playing in hands of this ego.

Punjabi Song:हाय ओये मेरेया डाडेया रब्बा,

मधानियाँ,
हाय ओये मेरेया डाडेया रब्बा,
किन्ना जम्मियाँ किन्ना ने ले जाणीयाँ ।
हाय छोले,
बाबुल तेरे मैहलां विच्चों
सत रंगिया कबूतर बोले ।
हाय पावे,
बाबुल तेरे मैहलां विच्चों
ठंडी हवा पूरे दी आवे ।
हाय फीता,
ऐना सकेयाँ वीरां ने
डोला टोर के अगां नू कीता ।
हाय फीता,
ऐना सकीयां भाबियाँ ने
डोला टोर के कच्चा दुध पीता ।
हाय कलियाँ,
मावां धीयाँ मिलन लग्गीयां
चारे कंधां ने चबारे दियां हल्लियाँ

OUR DEEPEST FEAR…….

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frighten us. We ask ourselves, who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous ? You are child of god. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t fell insecure around you.We are all meant to shine, as children do. we were born to make manifest the glory of god that is within us. It’s not just in some of us;it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from own fear,our presence automatically liberates others.

Good Morning Beautiful :)

Good morning beautiful ,

waking up and finding you around ,

knowing dawn is on and darkness has gone,

i realize everything is beautiful .

putting my brush across my cheeks brings

my energy to its peaks .thoughts of the day bring glow on my

face and traces of your smile makes me alive

and i realize everything is beautiful.

Good morning beautiful

Ecstatic poems

Ishq De Naween Naween Bahar | Bulleh Shah

Ishq dee naween naween bahar
Love is ever new and fresh

Jaan main sabq Ishq da parhya
Masjid kolon jeyorra darya
poch poch thakur dowrey warrya
Jithey wajdey naad hazaar

The day I learn the lesson of Love
I was scared of the mosque and dreaded fasts
I looked around and entered a temple
Where sounded many a drum-blast

-Ved, Quran parh parh thakey
Sajdey kardiyaan ghis gaye mathey
Na Rab Tayrath, na Rab Makkeh
Jis paya tas nur anwaar

Tired of reading the Vedas and Quran
Kneeling and prostrating my forehead shorn
At Mathura or Mecca He does not dwell
He who has found Him, only he can tell

Phok musaleh, bhun sat lota
Na parh tasbeh, aasa, sota
Ashiq kehndey dey dey hoka
“Tark hlaalon, kha murdar”

Burn the prayer mat, break the water pot
Quit the rosary, threw away the staff
Lovers say at the top of their voice
Leave the kosher and eat the shot

-Heer Ranjhey dey hogaye meeley
Bholi Heer dhondi beley
Ranjhan yaar baghal wich kheyley
Surt na rahya, surt sanbhaar

Heer and Ranjha have already met
In vain she looks for him in the orchard
Ranjha lies in the folds of her arms
Having her love, she has gained him hard

Translation:

by Kartar Singh Duggal

Ecstatic Poems:

 

Aa Mil Yaar | Bulleh Shah

Aa mil yaar saarley, Meri jaan dikhaan ney gyheri
Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.

Ander khawab vchora hoya, Khabar na payndi teri
Soni ban wich luti saiyaan, Soor palang ney gheyri
Ever separated, my dreams are dreary,
Looking for you, my eyes are weary.
All alone I am robbed in a desert,
Waylaid by a bunch of way words.

Mullan Qazi rah batawaan, Deen dharam dey pherey
Aye taan thag jugat dey jhaar, lawaanjaal chufereey
The Mullah and Qazi show me the way,
Their maze of Dharma that is in sway.
They are the confirmed thieves of time,
they spread their net saintly crime.

Karam sharo dey dharam batawan, Sangal pawan pereen
Zaat mazhab yeh ishq na pochdaa, Ishq shara da weri
Their time-worn norms are seldom right,
With these they chain my feet so toght.
My love cares not for caste or creed,
To the rituals faith I pay no heed.

Nadioon paar aye mulk sajan da, lehar lobh ney gheri
Satgor beri perhi khalotey, ten kion lai aweri
My Master lives on yonder bank,
While I am caught in the gale of greed.
With boat of anchor, He stands in wait,
I must hasten, I can’t be late.

Bulleh Shah sho tenoon milsi. Dil noo dey dileyri
Pritam pass tey tolna kis noon? bhlioon shaker dopheri
Bulleh Shah must find his love,
He needn’t have the last fright.
His love is around, yet he looks for Him,
Misled in the broad daylight.

Aa mil yaar saarley, Meri jaan dikhaan ney gyheri
Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.

Translation:

by Kartar Singh Duggal

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Secret of Life

Ram Prasad Bismil , a true of son of land was a man of many qualities . Except being a freedom fighter ,he was quite into writing.We all know about “Sarfiroshi ki tamana “ , which is still a hot shot song in many Bollywood movies . I have a long association with this song. Being army ward and student of army school,We used to sing or hear this song quite oftenly . But this song is not only master piece of this master of words .Here i present with one of the unknown gazal of Mr. Bismil “Secret of life”.

 

चर्चा अपने क़त्ल का अब दुश्मनों के दिल में है,
देखना है ये तमाशा कौन सी मंजिल में है ?
कौम पर कुर्बान होना सीख लो ऐ हिन्दियो !
ज़िन्दगी का राज़े-मुज्मिर खंजरे-क़ातिल में है !
साहिले-मक़सूद पर ले चल खुदारा नाखुदा !
आज हिन्दुस्तान की कश्ती बड़ी मुश्किल में है !
दूर हो अब हिन्द से तारीकि-ए-बुग्जो-हसद ,
अब यही हसरत यही अरमाँ हमारे दिल में है !
बामे-रफअत पर चढ़ा दो देश पर होकर फना ,
'बिस्मिल' अब इतनी हविश बाकी हमारे दिल में है !

RAM PARSAD BISMIL

झाँसी की रानी

सिंहासन हिल उठे राजवंशों ने भृकुटी तानी थी,
बूढ़े भारत में आई फिर से नयी जवानी थी,
गुमी हुई आज़ादी की कीमत सबने पहचानी थी,
दूर फिरंगी को करने की सबने मन में ठानी थी।
चमक उठी सन सत्तावन में, वह तलवार पुरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

कानपूर के नाना की, मुँहबोली बहन छबीली थी,
लक्ष्मीबाई नाम, पिता की वह संतान अकेली थी,
नाना के सँग पढ़ती थी वह, नाना के सँग खेली थी,
बरछी ढाल, कृपाण, कटारी उसकी यही सहेली थी।
वीर शिवाजी की गाथायें उसकी याद ज़बानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

लक्ष्मी थी या दुर्गा थी वह स्वयं वीरता की अवतार,
देख मराठे पुलकित होते उसकी तलवारों के वार,
नकली युद्ध-व्यूह की रचना और खेलना खूब शिकार,
सैन्य घेरना, दुर्ग तोड़ना ये थे उसके प्रिय खिलवार।
महाराष्टर-कुल-देवी उसकी भी आराध्य भवानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

हुई वीरता की वैभव के साथ सगाई झाँसी में,
ब्याह हुआ रानी बन आई लक्ष्मीबाई झाँसी में,
राजमहल में बजी बधाई खुशियाँ छाई झाँसी में,
सुभट बुंदेलों की विरुदावलि सी वह आयी झांसी में,
चित्रा ने अर्जुन को पाया, शिव से मिली भवानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

उदित हुआ सौभाग्य, मुदित महलों में उजियाली छाई,
किंतु कालगति चुपके-चुपके काली घटा घेर लाई,
तीर चलाने वाले कर में उसे चूड़ियाँ कब भाई,
रानी विधवा हुई, हाय! विधि को भी नहीं दया आई।
निसंतान मरे राजाजी रानी शोक-समानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

बुझा दीप झाँसी का तब डलहौज़ी मन में हरषाया,
राज्य हड़प करने का उसने यह अच्छा अवसर पाया,
फ़ौरन फौजें भेज दुर्ग पर अपना झंडा फहराया,
लावारिस का वारिस बनकर ब्रिटिश राज्य झाँसी आया।
अश्रुपूर्णा रानी ने देखा झाँसी हुई बिरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

अनुनय विनय नहीं सुनती है, विकट शासकों की माया,
व्यापारी बन दया चाहता था जब यह भारत आया,
डलहौज़ी ने पैर पसारे, अब तो पलट गई काया,
राजाओं नव्वाबों को भी उसने पैरों ठुकराया।
रानी दासी बनी, बनी यह दासी अब महरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

छिनी राजधानी दिल्ली की, लखनऊ छीना बातों-बात,
कैद पेशवा था बिठुर में, हुआ नागपुर का भी घात,
उदैपुर, तंजौर, सतारा, करनाटक की कौन बिसात?
जबकि सिंध, पंजाब ब्रह्म पर अभी हुआ था वज्र-निपात।
बंगाले, मद्रास आदि की भी तो वही कहानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

रानी रोयीं रिनवासों में, बेगम ग़म से थीं बेज़ार,
उनके गहने कपड़े बिकते थे कलकत्ते के बाज़ार,
सरे आम नीलाम छापते थे अंग्रेज़ों के अखबार,
'नागपूर के ज़ेवर ले लो लखनऊ के लो नौलख हार'।
यों परदे की इज़्ज़त परदेशी के हाथ बिकानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

कुटियों में भी विषम वेदना, महलों में आहत अपमान,
वीर सैनिकों के मन में था अपने पुरखों का अभिमान,
नाना धुंधूपंत पेशवा जुटा रहा था सब सामान,
बहिन छबीली ने रण-चण्डी का कर दिया प्रकट आहवान।
हुआ यज्ञ प्रारम्भ उन्हें तो सोई ज्योति जगानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

महलों ने दी आग, झोंपड़ी ने ज्वाला सुलगाई थी,
यह स्वतंत्रता की चिनगारी अंतरतम से आई थी,
झाँसी चेती, दिल्ली चेती, लखनऊ लपटें छाई थी,
मेरठ, कानपूर, पटना ने भारी धूम मचाई थी,
जबलपूर, कोल्हापूर में भी कुछ हलचल उकसानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

इस स्वतंत्रता महायज्ञ में कई वीरवर आए काम,
नाना धुंधूपंत, ताँतिया, चतुर अज़ीमुल्ला सरनाम,
अहमदशाह मौलवी, ठाकुर कुँवरसिंह सैनिक अभिराम,
भारत के इतिहास गगन में अमर रहेंगे जिनके नाम।
लेकिन आज जुर्म कहलाती उनकी जो कुरबानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

इनकी गाथा छोड़, चले हम झाँसी के मैदानों में,
जहाँ खड़ी है लक्ष्मीबाई मर्द बनी मर्दानों में,
लेफ्टिनेंट वाकर आ पहुँचा, आगे बड़ा जवानों में,
रानी ने तलवार खींच ली, हुया द्वन्द्ध असमानों में।
ज़ख्मी होकर वाकर भागा, उसे अजब हैरानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

रानी बढ़ी कालपी आई, कर सौ मील निरंतर पार,
घोड़ा थक कर गिरा भूमि पर गया स्वर्ग तत्काल सिधार,
यमुना तट पर अंग्रेज़ों ने फिर खाई रानी से हार,
विजयी रानी आगे चल दी, किया ग्वालियर पर अधिकार।
अंग्रेज़ों के मित्र सिंधिया ने छोड़ी रजधानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

विजय मिली, पर अंग्रेज़ों की फिर सेना घिर आई थी,
अबके जनरल स्मिथ सम्मुख था, उसने मुहँ की खाई थी,
काना और मंदरा सखियाँ रानी के संग आई थी,
युद्ध श्रेत्र में उन दोनों ने भारी मार मचाई थी।
पर पीछे ह्यूरोज़ आ गया, हाय! घिरी अब रानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

तो भी रानी मार काट कर चलती बनी सैन्य के पार,
किन्तु सामने नाला आया, था वह संकट विषम अपार,
घोड़ा अड़ा, नया घोड़ा था, इतने में आ गये अवार,
रानी एक, शत्रु बहुतेरे, होने लगे वार-पर-वार।
घायल होकर गिरी सिंहनी उसे वीर गति पानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

रानी गई सिधार चिता अब उसकी दिव्य सवारी थी,
मिला तेज से तेज, तेज की वह सच्ची अधिकारी थी,
अभी उम्र कुल तेइस की थी, मनुज नहीं अवतारी थी,
हमको जीवित करने आयी बन स्वतंत्रता-नारी थी,
दिखा गई पथ, सिखा गई हमको जो सीख सिखानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

जाओ रानी याद रखेंगे ये कृतज्ञ भारतवासी,
यह तेरा बलिदान जगावेगा स्वतंत्रता अविनासी,
होवे चुप इतिहास, लगे सच्चाई को चाहे फाँसी,
हो मदमाती विजय, मिटा दे गोलों से चाहे झाँसी।
तेरा स्मारक तू ही होगी, तू खुद अमिट निशानी थी,
बुंदेले हरबोलों के मुँह हमने सुनी कहानी थी,
खूब लड़ी मर्दानी वह तो झाँसी वाली रानी थी।।

सुभद्रा कुमारी चौहान

Temporal to Eternal

 

When in every form there is the hint

of formless

and in every movement there is a

message of stillness

when in every thought there is a

whisper of silence

and in every finite space there is the

quest of infinite

when a form takes us from the

temporal to the eternal

it is then that akriti leads to sanskriti

that is beautifully Indian.

Anonymous

A drop from the ocean of Galib

 

dil-e-nadan tujhe hua kya hai

akhir is dard ki dawa kya hai

ham hain mushtaq aur wo bezar

ya ilahi ye majara kya hai

main bhi munh mein zaban rakhta hun

kash pucho k mudda kya hai

jab k tujh bin nahi koi maujud

phir ye hangama, ai Khuda kya hai

ye pari chehra log kaise hain

gamaza-o-ishwa-o-ada kya hai

shikan-e-zulf-e-ambari kyon hai

nigah-e-chashm-e-surma sa kya hai

sabza-o-gul kahan se aye hain

abr kya chiz hai hawa kya hai

hamko unse wafa ki hai ummid

jo nahi jante wafa kya hai

han bhala kar tera bhala hoga

aur darwesh ki sada kya hai

jan tum par nisar karta hun

main nahi janta dua kya hai

main ne mana k kuch nahi 'ghalib'

muft hath aye to bura kya hai

I may not be wise but my words are…

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but everyone can start today and make an apt ending .

Never obsesses with anything ,not even too your own thoughts .
Life is multiple  degree  equation and very few have that vision to solve it.
I hate “i” iota in mathematics and try to avoid it in life too .
To spread truemours at every opportunity in my life has been a wonderful lesson in happiness -one of the simplest and most profound as well.

Acts of Helplessness

 

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī,was a 13th-century Persian Muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. Rūmī is a descriptive name meaning "the Roman" since he lived most of his life in an area called Rūm (then under the control of Seljuq dynasty) because it was once ruled by the Eastern Roman Empire. A writer who's poems are still relevant .it seems each and every word is bind together to make a coherent  act of human nature . Our worst enemy “helplessness “.

Here are the miracle-signs you want: that
you cry through the night and get up at dawn, asking,
that in the absence of what you ask for your day gets dark,
your neck thin as a spindle, that what you give away
is all you won, that you sacrifice belongings,
sleep, health, your head, that you often
sit down in a fire like aloes wood, and often go out
to meet a blade like a battered helmet.

When acts of helplessness become habitual,
those are the signs.

But you run back and forth listening for unusual events,
peering into faces of travelers.
“Why are you looking at me like a madman?”
I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

— from Acts of Helplesssness by Rumi

Have no Fear…..

The secret of happiness to be free of fear .

Fear is like a toxin that runs through much

of our thinking.it feeds on insecurity ,feeling of loss,

loneliness ,inadequacy and attachment .You are

loveable and loving .Accept this as truth .

Appreciate and care for yourself -----

truly ,deeply ,intensely ,in a way that reflects your real

value .then you will have the same regard for all other living

beings and things….

Anonymous

Bulleh shah: few pearls from the basket of maestro.

 

Tags: bulleh shah

“Bullay Noun Samjhawan Ayaan
Bheynaan Tay Bherjaiyaan
Man Lay Bulleya Sada Kena
Chad Day Pala Rayaan ”
English Verse:- (Faiza)
I Face The World With A Smile
No One Knows What Is Hiden Inside
They See Only Happiness
They Cant See The Tears I’ve Cried
An Arayeen is a cast. Bulleh Shah’s murshid was Inayat shah,
who was of the Arayan cast which is considered below the cast
of Syeds to which Bulleh Shah belonged.so his family dissapproved
of his associations with him
Aal Nabi Ullad Ali Noun
To Kyoun Leekaan Layaan
“Jeyra Saanoun Syed Saday
Dozukh Milan Sazaiyaan”
Aal Nabi Aulaad Ali ko tumne badnaam kiya hua hai
(in reference to this zaats waghera jo ghalat hai Jo mujhe
ab Sayed bole ga, usko saza mein dozakh miley (because
he denounced himself as being of higher cast as he believed
everyone was equal)
Raain, Saain, Sabhan Thaain
Rab Deyaan Bay Parwaaiyaan
Sohniyaan Paray Hatayaan Tay
Khoojiyaan Lay Gall Laiyaan
Jay To Loorain Baagh Baharaan
Chaakar Hoo Ja Raiyaan
Bulley Shah Dee Zaat Kee Puchni
Shakar Ho Razayaan
Agar tumne bahaar ka mausam dekhna hai,
to tum kisi Arayan ke slave ban jao
(by this he is giving so much darja to his murshid
who is Arayan – showing his ishq for that banda ke uski
wajah se main is muqaam par hun jahan main hun
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Why must I go to Kaaba
When I long for Takht Hazara?
People pay their homage to Kaaba
I bow before my Ranjha.
Remembering Ranjha day and night,
I’ve become Ranjha myself.
Call me Dhido Ranjha,
No more I be addressed as Heer.
I abuse Ranjha but adore him in my heart.
Ranjha and Heer are a single soul,
No one could ever set them apart.
In my passion of union with him,
I’ve lost all count of form;
I laid my bed in the public park
And went to sleep in my lover’s arms.
I am broken, I am bent,
Tell him how I am pining for him;
My disheveled hair, with the tying band in my hand,
Feel not embarrassed, do go and tell him oh messenger!
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