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Wohi Khuda Hai

June 6th, 2011, posted in Islam, LYRiCS, POEtRY.., Sufism
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*Koi To Hai Jo Nizam-e-Hasti Chala Raha Hai*

ko’ii to hai jo nizaam-e-hastii chalaa rahaa hai..
Wohii Khudaa hai..Wohii Khudaa hai..Wohii Khudaa hai…
dikha’ii bhii jo na de nazar bhii jo aa rahaa hai
Wohii Khudaa hai, Wohii Khudaa hai, Wohii Khudaa hai

(Someone is there who is managing the order of life
He is God, He is God, He is God
He is invisible still He can be seen
He is God, He is God, He is God)

nazar bhii rakhe sama’ateN bhii…Wo jaan letaa hai niyyateN bhii..
jo Khaana-e-laa-shauur meN jagmagaa rahaa hai…Wohii Khudaa hai..
Wohii Khudaa hai, Wohii Khudaa hai, Wohii Khudaa hai..

(He keep eyes and ears too, He knows even the intentions
The one who is illuminated in our subconscious minds
He is God, He is God, He is God)

Talaash us ko na kar butoN meN.. Wo hai badaltii hu’ii rutoN meN
Jo din ko raat aur raat ko din banaa rahaa hai…Wohii Khudaa hai
Wohii Khudaa hai…Wohii Khudaa hai..Wohii Khudaa hai

(Do not search for Him in the idols, He is in the changing seasons
The one who is changing day to night and night to day
He is God, He is God, He is God)


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Afreen Afreen

June 4th, 2011, posted in LYRiCS, POEtRY..
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*Afreen Afreen*

husn-e-jaanaaN kii taariif mumkin nahiiN…
It is not possible to praise the beauty of beloved.

aafriin aafriin…
O the most beautiful one..

tuu bhii dekhe agar to kahe ham-nashiiN..
Even if you see my beloved, you would also say..

aafriin aafriin..
O the most beautiful one…

aisaa dekhaa nahiiN Khuubsuurat ko’ii..
jism jaise Ajanta kii muurat ko’ii…
jism jaise nigaahoN pe jaaduu ko’ii…
jism naGhmaa ko’ai jism Khushbuu ko’ii..
jism jaise machaltii hu’ii raaginii…
jism jaise mehakti hu’ii chaaNdnii…
jism jaise ke khilta hu’aa ek chaman…
jaise jaise suuraj kii pahlii kiran..
jism tarsha hu’aa dilkash-o-dil-nashiiN…
sandalii sandalii…
marmarii marmarii…

I never saw anyone so beautiful…
[her] body is like the images of Ajanta..
[her] body is like a spell on eyes…
[her] body is like a song [and] perfumed..
[her] body is like ecstatic music…
[her] body is like sweet-smelling moon-light..
[her] body is like a blooming garden..
[her] body is like the first ray of the Sun…
[her] body is like carved statue, eye-catching and arresting..
like sandalwood…
like marble…

Note: Caves in Pakistan and India containing beautiful murals.

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The Mullah & the Paradise

June 3rd, 2011, posted in Allama Iqbal, ChARACtERs, Ink On PAPER, PAKiSTAN, Scarface'S DIARY
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Dr. Muhammad Allama Iqbal ,who was ardent follower of Rumi, perhaps the greatest Sufi poet of all time, openly criticized the self-proclaimed guides of the religion.

However, it is satirical that mullahs of the same breed quote verses of Iqbal to support their pose, yet his poetry is filled with open disapproval of them.

Anyway..
This is  a beautiful translation of Iqbal’s visions about traditional Mullaism..
Our destiny is to promote peace,love and respect in the hearts of everyone regardless of our Mulla’s orthodox visions…
One positive thing about Mullas is that atleast they are keeping our mosques alive 5 times a day…When most of us sleep, Mullas wake up…
I m not taking side with Mullas but infact i am clearing them on a positive note also besides there lot of orthodoxism and stubbornness which should be now ignored by igniting the light of education and awareness in even traditional Mullas…

Here he bashes out at Mullahs in his famous “The Mullah and the Paradise”

When in a vision I saw
A mullah ordered to paradise,
Unable to hold my tongue
I said something in this wise:

‘Pardon me, O Lord
For these bold words of mine,
But he will not be pleased
With houris and the wine

He loves to dispute and fight
And furiously wrangle,
But paradise is no place
For this kind of jangle

His task is to dis-unite
And leave people in the lurch,
But paradise has no temple
No mosque and no church

– translated by Naeem Siddiqui

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They Say We Are Inferior: Reclaiming women’s voice in man’s world

May 30th, 2011, posted in GiRLs, POEtRY..
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I wz going through sum blogs…n found dis…
n realize tht it is worth 2 b share…. ; ]

Edip Harabi, a Turkish Sufi-Poet of the 19th c., writes to reclaim the women’s voice in ‘man’s world’

O’ Muhammad, they say we are inferior. Where is it men got this mistaken idea?
They disgrace the Prophet’s family with their false claims and blasphemy.

Our Mother Eve, is she not a woman? Beloved Khadija is she not a woman?
The Prophet’s daughter Fatima, is ehe not a woman? Is the Quran not full of praise of them?

These pure consorts of the pure heart can they be any less?
Whoever calls women inferior cannot reach the Truth.
You wouldn’t expect these ideas from one who knows.
Who is it that gave birth to all these Prophets of Truth?

God didn’t do anything absurd in creating us.
We don’t accept being seen as somehow less.
Women raised every saint that has walked the earth.
I dare you to accept this.

Don’t think this world can’t exist without men.
Think of Mother Mary just once: She gave birth to the glorious Christ, fatherless.
O’ mankind, we are more courageous than yourself because we show respect to you out of love.

We travel together with you on the Path, leave all these claims behind!
We may look different to you in your dresses.
In reality we are not trailing behind you.
And we warn you, we don’t consider it courageous to claim we are inferior.

Did Muhammad, the Chosen, come from a lesser being?
Did Ali, the Valiant, come from a lesser being?
Beware! Do not call your mother inferior.
What she prays at night might change your life forever.
Listen carefully to the speech of Zehra.
O’ men and knowers of Truth tell us:
Did we not give birth to all the masters who led you on God’s Way?

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Bullah kih janan main kaun.. (ENGLiSH VERSiON )

May 29th, 2011, posted in Bulleh Shah, LYRiCS, Sufism
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Poet :Bulleh Shah


Bullah kih janan main kaun?

0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I am not among believers seen in mosques…
Nor am I versed in the traditions of unbelief…
I am not among the pious, nor among the sinful…
I am neither Moses, nor am I a Pharaoh…
0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I am not in the Vedas, nor in the holy books;….
I am not among hemp-eaters or wine-drinkers….
I am not among profligates, nor among libertines….
I am neither among the awake, nor among the sleeping….
0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I am impervious to joy as well as sorrow…
I am not among the virtuous, nor among the wicked…
I am neither of water, nor of earth…
I am neither of fire, nor of air….
0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I am not from Arabia, nor from Lahore…
I am not from India, nor from Nagore….
I am not a Hindu, nor a Muslim from Peshawar….
Nor do I reside in the city of Nadaun….
0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I have no t solved the mystery of religion…
Nor am I a progeny of Adam and Eve…
Nor have I a specific name of my own…

I am neither among the settled, nor among the roaming….
0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

I take myself to be the beginning and the end..
I do not recognize any one else…
There is no one who is wiser than I….
0 Bullah, who is the Lord standing there?

0 Bullah, what do I know who I am?

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