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Yaar Ko Hamne Ja Ba Ja Dekha [Translated in English]

October 22nd, 2015, posted in POEtRY.., Sufism
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Yaar Ko Hamne Ja Ba Ja Dekha ,abida parveen,abida ,parveen,sufi poetry,sufisim,sufi love

manum-maa nayaz-mandi ke be to nayyaazdaara
I am needyl person, who needs you

gham-e-choon to naaz-nini behzaar naaz-dara
I will consider it my honor to accept the sorrow of a beloved like you

tuu-e- afataab, chashman wa jamaal tust roshan
You are the sun: my eye is alight with your beauty

agar ast-o-baazgeeram be ke chashm e aaz-daaram
if I giveup you , to whom will I go

Yaar Ko Hamne Ja Ba Ja Dekha ,abida parveen,abida ,parveen,sufi poetry,sufisim,sufi love

Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
kahin zahir kahin chhupa dekha

Kahin mumkin huwa kahin wajib
Kahin fani kahin baqa dekha

Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
Kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha

Kahin woh baadshaah-e-takht nasheen
Kahin kaasa liye gadaa dekha

Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
Kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha

Kahin wo der libaas-e-mashokan
Bar-sare naaz aur aada dekha

Kahin zahir jahin chupa dekha
Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha

Kahin aashiq niyaz ki soorat
Seena Girya-o-dil jala dekha

Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha
Kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha

Yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha

Yaar Ko Hamne Ja Ba Ja Dekha ,abida parveen,abida ,parveen,sufi poetry,sufisim,sufi love

Yaar Ko Hamne Ja Ba Ja Dekha [Translated in English]

I saw my beloved in all I saw,
At times revealed, hidden at times.

Been familiar with the issue of faith,
I saw the face of my beloved in all I saw.

At times a possibility, at times imperative,
At times ephemeral, at times eternal.

Inspired by the wish to see Himself,
He made Himself into every form.

He is the one who sees and hears
I saw no one other then Him.

Laughed gleefully through blooming flowers,
Crooned in nightingale’s melodious songs.

He took the forms of the candle and the moth,
And annihilated Himself in flames of His own.

At times claiming “I am the Truth”,
Witnessed his head raised on the Cross.

O ‘Niyaz’ He was beyond the bounds of `You’ and `Me’,
And yet I see Him in every `You’ and `Me’.

At times he behaved like unfamiliar,
At timed I found him familiar with the face.

At times he is the emperor in power,
At times seen with a mendicant’s begging bowl.

At times, a devout worshipper,
Lord of rakes and drunkards at times.

At times in the beloved’s attire,
He was seen throwing up His charms.

At times as a lover like ‘Niyaz’,
He was seen beating his breast and heart aflame.

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I Mostly Say Yes I am One When They Call Me

June 15th, 2011, posted in Ink On PAPER, PAKiSTAN, POEtRY.., Sufism
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Mystifying is the turn of time, indeed. The same Allama Iqbal who was given fatwa’s on, by his contemporary “Mullahs” is now quoted by well-reputed Mullahs of the same school of thought.

The same Bulleh Shah, who had been refused by the mullahs to be buried after his death in the community graveyard because of his unorthodox views, today enjoys worldwide reverence and is quoted by contemporary mullahs. The tomb of Bulleh Shah in Qasur and the area around it is today the only place free of collective refuse, and the privileged of the city pay handsomely to be buried in the proximity of the man they had once rejected.

Maulana Rum (aka Rumi), who was condemned as a kaafir, is not only the top selling poet across the globe but is held in high reverence by people of all religions.

Honestly, I am not such a genius person.I dont know what right is but I do know what wrong is.I think that the verses of Bulleh Shah force me to write again. Every word that was misinterpreted by mullahs, can serve a cure for all the ills we are facing in our times.

Chal Way Bullehya Chal O’thay Chaliyay
Jithay Saaray Annay
Na Koi Saadee Zaat PichHanay
Tay Na Koi Saanu Mannay

O’ Bulleh Shah let’s go there
Where everyone is blind
Where no one recognizes our caste (or race, or family name)
And where no one believes in us

Masjid Dha Day, Mandir Dha Day
Dha Day Jo Kujh Disda
Par Kissay Da Dil Na Dhawee(n)
Rub Dilaa(n) Wich Wasda

Tear down the Mosque, tear down the temple
Tear down every thing in sight
But don’t (tear down) break anyone’s heart
Because God lives there

Hindu na nahi musalmaan,
Baheeye tiranjan taj abhimaan.
Sunni na naheeN ham sheeya
Sulha kuhl ka maarag leeya.

Neither Hindu nor Muslim,
Sacrificing pride, let us sit together.
Neither Sunni nor Shia,
Let us walk the road of peace.

Props to Junoon, Rabbi, Abida Parveen, Saeen Zahoor and other musicians of our times for helping the new generation in rediscovering the message of Bulleh Shah. Junoon started the trend and was labeled as “Sufi Rock Band” – The message that pierced my heart was through them, when I was 12.

This first aspect of Bulleh Shah’s poetry and philosophy that strikes upfront is his bold and almost arrogant critique of the religious orthodoxy of his day; specifically the Islamic religious orthodoxy. His poetry is filled with direct attacks on anyone claiming control over religion.

Mulla tay mashaalchi dohaan ikko chit
Loukan karday chananan, aap anhairae vich

Mullah and the torch-bearer, both from the same flock
Trying to give light to others; themselves in the dark

Bulleh Shah’s poetry portray him as a humanist. Someone providing solutions to the sociological/political/cultural problems of the world around him, describing the turbulence his homeland of Punjab is passing through, while simultaneously searching for God. His poetry highlights his mystical spiritual journey through the four stages of Sufism – Shariat (Path), Tariqat (Observance), Haqiqat (Truth) and Marfat (Union). He starts from the rules as laid down by Islam, and eventually ends up at a point where he accepts the existence of GOD, everywhere, with no discrimination between different religions, finally becoming one with GOD.

Pointing at someone else’s faith would only unveil how weak your faith is. Picking up guns, instead of pens to enforce your way of thinking would never have an effect that the likes of Bulleh Shah had through his soul-searching and heart-melting poetry.

Islam was never spread by sword. It wouldn’t be the fastest growing religion on earth if that were the case. Islam is spread by the message of love and by deeds, not the way Taliban “ENFORCE” it.

Lord Almighty Himself says:
There shall be no compulsion in religion – [2:256]

I cannot help pasting the verse below:

Bulleh-a aashiq hoyiyon Rabb da, Hoai Malamat Lakh
Tenon Kafir Kafir aakhdey, toon aaho aaho aakh

O Bulleh, just love your God and ignore the chidings
When they say you are an infidel, say “yes I am one”

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