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Shah Abdul Latif's Poetry in English
Kalyan-I
(Peace) 1 The One Creator, the all greats; Lord of the universe- The living, the original; Ruler with power innate; The giver, the sustainer, the unique , compassionate; This master praise, to Him alone thyself in praise prostrate.. The generous, who does create the universe in pairs.. 2 None shares His glory, "He was..is, shall be"..who this doth say Accepts Mohammad as 'guide' with heart and love's true sway; None from amongst those lost their way or ever went astray. 3 "He is without a partner" , when this glorious news you break- With love and knowledge, Mohammad accept ..as cause him take Why would you then obeisance make to others after that? 4 From One, many to being came; 'many' but Oneness is; Don't get confounded, Reality is 'One' , this truth don't miss- Commotions vast diplay- all this I vow, of Loved-one is. 5 The Echo and the call are same, if you sound's secret knew- They both were one, but two became only when 'hearing' came. 6 A thousand doors and windows too, the palace has ..but see, Wherever I might go or be master confronts me there 7 If you have learnt to long, by pain be not distressed- Secret of love's sorrow must be never confessed- Suffering is by the heart caressed, and there it is preserved. 8 The poison-drinking lovers, lured by poison sweet, drink more and more; To bitterness of fatal cup, the poison-drinkers are innured, Though wounds are festering, and uncured, no whispers to the vulgar goes. 9 All from Belved's side is sweet whate'er He gives to you. There is no bitter, if you knew the secret how to taste. 10 There is a call to gallow, friends, will any of you go! Those who do talk of love may Know to gallows they must speed. 11 If you a draught desire to tavern find your way; Thy head do sever, and that head beside the barrel lay; Onlywhen you this price do pay then few cupe you may quaff. 12 The genuine lover, for his head care and concern has none; He cuts it off---joins it with breath as gift then hends it on ; Carves down to shoulders, forem loved-one then begs for love's return. 13 To guard and to preservethe head, the lover,s business is not this--- One of beloved's glance is worth so many hundreds head of his--- Flesh, skinand bone, and all there is , the 'least ' of loved-one , equals not |
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Kalyan Yaman-II
Kalyan Yaman-II
(Path to peace) 1 Thou art the friend; the healer thou; For every pain the remedy-- Cure for my herat, thy voice alone the only cure it is for me...... The reason why I call for thee is none can cure my heart but thou. 2 Thou art the friend, the Healer thuo for every ailment balm dost send; Merciful God--all druge are vain; the pains by drugs will never end; Unless ordered by thee O friend, no drug will ever sickness cure. 3 Thou art the friend, the Healer thou; for sufferings thou the remedy; Thou givest; curtest disease, dost guide, master thou art eternally-- Yet, I am wonderstruck to see that you physicians still provide. 4 Sttike friend-- thy hand raise,favour me-- hold not your hand, and should I die By such death I shall honoured be which through this wound is caused. II 5 Today still groans the thatches fill, where wounded lie and suffer; Although it is their twilight, still same ointment there and dressing 6 Poor wounded ones, so restless grow, yet grateful are for pain; For ever forward wish to go and here would not remain. 7 Mother, I cannot trust in those whose eyes with tears do over-flow- Who bring the water to their eyes, their sorrow to the world to show; Who love Beloved, hide their woe, no tears they show, nor speak about- 8 Physician, blundering and unwise, you cauterise my skin, and treat With slops my heart-ache, know to whom scaffold a bridal-bed supplies, The one beatific vision lies in death, which is the union sweet. 9 Physicians you consulted but dieting you ignored... Had you obeyed, perhaps restored to health you would be now. 10 Physicians were my neighbours I ne'er asked their advice- Therefore I find that in mine eyes cataracts I now have formed. III 11 Ah! suddenly they found themselves in sphere of love...and there They cut their heads, left trunks apart such garland they did wear! Beauteous they were...to loved ones fair I saw them give their heads away! 12 Go to the moth, the surest way of immolation ask- The moths, who throw themselves into the fire every day; Whose tender hearts became a prey to cupid's arrow sharp. 13 The moths assembled, gathering above a raging fire... Heat drove them not, no fear they had, flames did their hearts inpire- Their necks they lost, and on the pyre of truth they burnt themselves. 14 If you call yourself a moth, from blaze return not terrified; Enter by the loved-one's light and be ever glorified You are still unbaked...beside not yet with kiln acquainted are. 15 If you call yourself a moth, then come, put out the fires sway, Passion has so many baked but you roast passion's 'Self' today- Passion's flame with knowledge slay... of this to base folk give no hint. 16 Happy those who acquaintance make with goodly grinding wheel Their rapiers never then shall take to rust, nor will corrde. 17 Apprentice of the blacksmith, works the bellows not with care; Not close to fire goes, he fears love sparks that issue there. And yet proclaims he every where; "full-fledged blacksmith am I"! 18 Turn your head into an anvil, then for smithy do enquire, There the hammer-strokes of fire may turn you into steel.- 19 When I an arrow do recive on that spot I remain; Perhaps my Hero-love again will strike in mercy sweet. 20 Physician give no medicine. may health I never see... May be, enquiring after me my love to me will come. 21 Sacrifice your head, and 'suffer' if loved-ones send dismay... Say not, 'Forsaken''t is their way like this to form their links 22 Those that cut me up, became the kindly surgeon too- The wound they quickly dressed, and cured within a day the same Oh heart! and now make this your aim "stay with them, and be safe from wounds" 23 As long there is no need, so long physician is not here... But when one day pain does appear it is as though the leech had come! IV 24 They read and read, but what they read their hearts refuse to store- The more they pages turn, the more are deeply steeped in sin. 25 O friend, why are you still inclined to waste paper and ink- Go rather forth and try to find the source where words were formed. 26 The world with 'I' doth overflow and with it flaunts about- But its own 'Self' it doth not know... 't is a migician's spell. 27 They do not heed the glorious line that does begin with 'A'- In vain they look for the Divine, though page on page they turn. 28 You only read the letter 'A'- all other pages put aside- Book-reading nothing will convey- but your being purify. 29 Unuttered is unknown...the uttered is never understood....behold, Although it be as true as gold, humanity takes never note.- V 30 By 'giving' they were hurt,-'not giving' to them contentment brought- So they became sufis, as nought they did take with themselves. 31 To hear vile words, and not return, but hear them silently; This is the pearl, most precious pearl, we in guide's teaching see- But decked with jewels he will be who with 'Silence' the Ego kills. 32 Those who never forgot the sorrow, and lesson learnt of woe- The slate of thought within both hands; 'silence' they study so- They only read page which does show Beloved's lovely face. 33 Patience, humanity adopt, For anger is disease- Forbearance bringeth joy and 'peace', if you would understand. 34 The inoffensive don't offend forget who do offend- In this refined and cultured way thy day and night do spend Thus meditating, humbly walk, until thy life doth end- A Lawyer keep within, O friend, to blush not, facing judge. 35 As long as of this daily world no glimpses you obtain- A perfect view you will notgain of your love Heavenly. 36 True lovers never will forget their love Divine, until one day Their final breath will pass away as tearful sigh
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Khambat-III
Khambat-III
(Haven) I 1 A moolit night, an open plain, and so for yet to go; My camel look not back, for you 't is shame to waver so; Be steady, resolute, and show my loved-ones you can reach 2 O full moon! though you rise adorned, your beauty to enhance; You are not a blink worth of my love With all charms you advance, Since your whole being but one glance of the Beloved is. 3 A hundred suns may rise, and blaze four score-four moons may shine; I vow, without Beloved mine I am in darkest night 4 O moon, by magic fade away; may you be shorn of light- Or hide yourself so that I might the soul's Beloved meet. 5 In darkest midnight, the Beloved shows himself so clear; the moon and pleiades disappear yea, like an echo mere. II 6 O moon, cast first thy silver-ray on the Beloved when you rise; And for thy Maker's sake, O moon message of helpless one convey; "My hopeful longing eyes, thy way with tears are watching everyday." 7 O moon, the moment that you rise first glance at the Beloved cast Say to the dear one: I am sick In you my only comfort lies "My hopeful and relying eyes Are ever set expecting you" 8 O moon, when you ascend the skies first glance at the Beloved cast My message to the friend convey Correctly all, and all precise "M y hopeful and relying eyes are ever set expecting thee" 9 Rise moon, see the Beloved-thou art near and far am I Presence of Him in scented dews I feel, that in night doth lie- On foot I cannot reach and father gives camel can't supply On which riding, ere dawn draws nigh I easily could reach. 10 I shall die longing, love is kind but Oh...so far is He Father gives camel not to me- I am too weak to walk. 11 To the Beloved, when you rise O moon, thy very first glance send; And all the message I give O moon, convey in truthful wise; "My hopeful and relying eyes are ever set expecting you." 12 Thy glance let the Beloved meet, O moon, and my requests submit Befittingly; above courtyard of the Beloved bow and greet; Speak gently...on Beloved's feet both of thy light-hands softly lay. 13 O moon, all my entreaties safe into thy shining garment tie, Low'ring your head, to loved one tell in what a wretched state am I; Remember; to the place you hie That is whole universe's Hope. III 14 O camel! spurn thy slothful mood- No longer now delay! But once unite me with my love no more the truant play, But speed, ere night doth pass away to meet my love after. 15 I must go where my love resides; to the Beloved speed! There I shall give thee sandal-wood and thou shalt no more feed On salt-bush coarse, unfit for thee or any worthless weed; O hasten! there is urgent need to reach while night doth last. 16 Arise and take a forward step- be not an idler base; The highway to my love is straight and hath no winding ways... Self-pity drop...a gallop raise to bring us swift and soon. 17 Remember your ancestry, and your forebear's noble breed; Your stock is well-known near and far and you do hold indeed; Rare pedigree-and so we plead show us some kindness now. 18 I bound him near some glorious tree that he some buds might eat; Ill-mannered camel, on the sly still finds the salt-bush sweet. Woe's me-I know not how to treat Camel that so confounds. 19 I tried to saddle him, but e'en unsaddled he'd not rise- The way the herd is gone, he lies and only gapes that side. 20 My camel, I will give thee reins of gold, and trappings fine; Not only buds of sandal wood but thou on myrth shalt dine; If to the one Beloved mine thou wilt bring me this night. 21 The camel did forget the herd, nor e'en will salt-bush eat... His blown-up hump has now become his pampered passion's seat- Alas, this callous, new conceit he'll not drop unto death. 22 He goes not with the herd of late and no more will he graze; Since Cupid's arrow wounded him he hugs a curious craze; To his new love, with love-sick gaze he crawls, defying death. 23 Now sits with herd, musk-branches eats; yet calm remains his face Ah me, apparently my camel shows no outward trace. 'Here' he is with the world, but graze with heart doth fondly 'there'. 24 He's not what he was yesterday returning to the yard; He never at the manager looks- all food doth disregard; Seems, poison creepers on the sward he ate when with the herd. 25 With zest thee camel browses now on creepers such as made him yearn; But owners, keepers of the field, with shouts his sweet indulgence spurn The poor intruder, powerless he grows from voices harsh and stern; No answer finds he in return and all his arduous madness flies. 26 Good animal, what you did put your teeth in, finding them so sweet; These baneful creepers if you eat will bring you yet to grief and woe. IV 27 Torrents of rain and wind-camel there obstinate he lies- How shall I saddle him when rise unsaddled he will not. 28 A solid braided rope construct, with this your camel blind, The frgrant creepers everywhere all over grounds you'll find, Once tasted, he will leave behind all else, if he's not tied. 29 I fettered him with rope and chain, but shackles were in vain; He broke them all, and dragged them on where creepers decked the plain- O God, put sence and understanding in this camel's brain With mercy free him from this pain to rise above this curse. 30 O rise, and to thy haven far thy earthbound glances bear, May be a happy welcome there awaits thee from thy love. 31 No-go and schackle him, he will run wild if left alone; By temting him to cat, he'll play more pranks, but won't alone; Load him and let him graze and groan with heavy fetters bound. 32 Who laid a spell on you? and who waylaid you, wished you ill? Blinkers you wear-your soles rubbed off- your kind not meet you will; And round and round, as in a mill you circumambulate. 33 My comely camel, won't you eat the sandal wood and drink your fill Of cleanest purest water, food the finest you refuse it still- What law gave you the tasty thrill of salt-bush mere, above all else? 34 At last my camel every day is browsing in that garden, where Two tree-shoots are worth millions there handful of leaves are thousands worth. 35 Two tree-shoots are worth millions...nay one leaf alone five lakhs will be- Now to enrich his soul he eats, the wholesome blossoms of this tree- Here e'en a withered leaf we see is many, many hundreds worth. 36 My lakhs-worth camel, that I bought for hundreds, beautiful became For any eye to see; don't blame and say too dearly he was bought. 37 My invaluable camel, friend, no praise is now for him too high; His manager fill with cardamoms then saddle him, and he will fly, All distance he will defy, and here and now the Loved-one reach.
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Sorath-IV
Sorath-IV
(King and Minstrel) I 1 The minstrel came to Junagarh and here took out his lyre; With his entrancing melodies he did all hearts inspire; With his bewitching magic-strings he set whole town on fire- But palace-servants, princesses, were struck with anguish dire; "That Raja's head was bard's desire, lute spoke in accents clear." 2 The bard at though a living string played with humility; The Raja in his palace fine, to hear him did agree; He mercifully called him in, and met him graciously- Then prince and bard, one harmony, one single 'self' became! 3 "I travelled many foreign lands, and have arrived today; Poor minstrel I, no tresures crave but for your life I pray- To win this favour, let me play, Oh Sir, the time is short.-" 4 "Leaving all other doors, O king I wandered to your door! Blest Sorth's husband, see my need a beggar doth implore, His empty apron fill once more and happiness restore!" 5 The king sat on his glistening dais, the bard below him played; The faintest note of music sweet up to the Raja sped- To private folks that could not come the minstrel too was led;- Fine horses were produced, rare gems, before the bard were spread, Who said: "no wealth like this, but head of Raja do I claim!" 6 No jewels can the mistrel please no wealth, no property- From riches and from great rewards His only wish is, near to be the giver of this wealth. 7 prince said: "I'll gladly sacrifice My head for thee O Bard, Although this is a small reward For all thy music's worth... 8 "Were I to own a hundred heads And weigh them with thy strings- Behold the scale, how down it swings On side of strings divine! 9 "O Friend, my head is only bone: An empty, empty bone- If thousand heads my neck would own I'll cut them all for thee!" 10 The strings, the dagger and the neck were reconciled all thee- King said: "nought is so lovely than your wish to come to me, My head you craved...most heartily I do thank God for that..." 11 "But singer, it astounded me, That while you played your strain. How could its sweetness you survive And could alive remain? Last night, my being all in twain was by your music cut." II 12 The flower of Girnar plucked; The town is plunged in mourn and pain, Hundreds like Sorath stand and raise Their lamentations all in vain- The minstrel, holding lock, receives The prince's head adorned again- While virgins chant the sad refrain; "Last night the Raja passed away." 13 Sorath is dead; and all is peace- Ruler removed his tents- There are no singings and no shows, no tuneful elementss.- And after this, artist presents The head again to king! 14 Sorath is dead, and all is peace- Raja pitches his tents; Music is heard again...the show goes on with merriments- Echo sounds song's sweet sentiments... Behold, the happy king!
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Asa-V
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In Infinitude I ross, O guide no bound perceive mine eyes Tortuous beauty of the Loved, Has no limit, has no size- Here intensive longing lies, There the Loved-ones do not care! 2 Cursed be duality, Beloved, From 'Self' do shelter me- O, hold the 'I' near thee, But thou canst reach 'thyself', O master. 3 But thou canst reach 'thyself' master; Nothing but Beauty is; O doubter, couldst thou doubt dismiss, There's no Idea then left.- 4 Beloved, hold the 'I' near thee; All self concern I've cast from me; Protector mine, with duality I wasted far too many days! 5 That is real dualism, when Non-dualist yourself you call; Be shorn of separateness, and 'Ego' let not thy soul enthral; For 'this', doth not exist at all; And 'that' not known is without 'this'. 6 'That' is not known without 'this', and From 'this', 'that' doth not separate stand; "Human my secret is, and I Am his, that thou must understand"- This voice did spound from end to end, By seers, and the knowing ones. 7 No one who loaded is with 'Self'; The other side will see, For God is one, and Oneness loves; So spurn duality; And all thy anxious tears "to be", Shed at altar of unity. 8 The servant too has no beginning, And no end shall see- Who the Beloved found, shall be Absorbed for ever there. 9 Everyone knows where he is I know not where I stand; Guides and books there many are, And they are close at hand- But I, do seek the distant land Where 'yes' and 'no'are not. 10 'Yes' and 'no', still within reach Of earthly idea are; But beyond all vision far Is the Beauty that I seek. 11 Sometime or other, beauteous forms Will be overwhelming thee; But falcon of Reality, Let not heedlessly escape. 12 The sensuous beauty thrashed me so As carders cotton beat; And now my hands are obsolete, My body's paralysed. 13 Confound thy senses, and renounce Thy 'Self'...Him-knowing be; To recognize the Loved-one, drop Thy personality; And then coarse multiplicity With unity destroy- II 14 The Loved-one bound me- Threw me into waters deep; And said: "Now dry do keep, And getting wet avoid." 15 One that is into water thrown From getting wet, how could be free? Enlightened one, this mystery How I might solve it, say- 16 "Rely on contemplation, but Of law neither neglectful be... Your heart get used to Reality Which is your Destiny to see; Be resolute, and verily You'll be immune from getting wet." 17 Ah, Reality broke my Existence, so that I; Can no more breathe without it, In its presence high; My soul suffused doth lie, Exclusive of all else.- 18 Be silent- do not move your lips; Your eyes do close, your hearing stay... Drink not your fill, and at your meals When still half hungry, turn away- And then a glimpse enjoy you may Of image that your mind's depth holds.- 19 Would of the august secret I divulge one whit- Trees would burn up,-unfit For growth all earth would be.- III 20 Let your eyes an offering be For Loved-one ere you break your fast; Sumptuous dishes serventy You'll get by seeing Loved-ones face.- 21 If my eyes at rise for other Sight than the Beloved care- From their sockets I will tear My eyes as morsels for the crows.- 22 Facial phenomenalists Do not try to see with those, Longing gapings with those eyes Never Loved-ones features shows- Only when both eyes you close The Beloved you will see. 23 Dwell in mine eyes Beloved fair That I can close them now; No one may ever see you there And I nought else shall see. 24 Acquire eyes that able are to visualize Beloved's face; Not then at any other gaze Loved-ones are very sensitive. 25 About dead Elephant amongst the blind arose parley- They handled it all over, but Blind eyes could nought convey- Decisive word can say- The 'seers' only can display The genuine truth of things.- 26 The sense of wonder doth not dwell Within the vulgar mind- Secret of Love to trace and find Is no task for the blind.- 27 For whom so anxiously we pine, We ourselves are those; O doubt, be gone with all your woes For Loved-ones we have found.- 28 Eyes weep and yet rejoice each day to look and to adore- The more they see loved-ones, the more drunk they with love do get. 29 The more I prohibited eyes to look, the more they longed; They crossed the sleeping world, to find loved-one at any price- They killed me ah...but in this wise peace for themselves secured.- 30 Relationship with the 'visible', In no case do desire- Why not you for the real enquire and set out, seeking that? 31 Hear, and take note, that you yourself are 'barrier', and what is Between the union and its bliss Is nothing but yourself. 32 The love wants that love's secret alone his own shall be;- But eyes that flow continuosly and sinking heart;...betray.- IV 33 Corrupt ones can corrupt, whose love Is very weak, indeed- But whom love has consumed, succeed they can't for he the vile one slew.- 34 When praying, think not of yourself, Or prayers are in vain; All thinking of yourself restrain Drop self, and then do pray.- 35 You profess to be a 'faithful' Holy maxims you recite... But your heart deceit is hiding Duality-satanic spite- Faithful outward, you delight in idolate'rise inside.- 36 Seek not the form of one that your 'Beloved' you do call, As conversation not at all can happen face to face.- 37 Converse you hold when cross you are Can never loved-one reach Some mischief monger longs to mar your heart, and spoil your love. 38 For to be cross is not the way; two stones, can they unite? 'tis love that doth the cosmos sway- through love alone it lives.- 39 Each claims to be on right path here; But I have lost myself- Desiring and acquiring are So very, very near- I set my mind on distant sphere where 'yes' and 'no' are not. 40 Demerits world decries, loved-one at so-called merits cross would be- My deeds, I mentioned with my tongue now all undone in dust I see.- Then I discounted all my deeds, which once I thought were charity, An embassage I sent of shame; Regrets and deep humanity, But oh...my love made up with me only when 'I' had disappeared.- 41 Whose body is a rosary, the mind a bead, a harp the heart. Love-strings are playing there the theme of unity in every part; The nerves do chant: "There's none like thee; the 'One' and only one thou art.- E'en sleeping beauty they impart, their very sleep their worship is!
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Pirbhati-VI
Pirbhati-VI
(Song of Dawn) I 1 These are not ways you knew before thy fiddle hanging on the peg, And lovely dawn, as if it were your enemy, so to ignore; 'Musician' call yourself no more if to adore you thus forget,- 2 How fast you sleep! in pillows put tour face and weep with sorrow; May be your violin lies tomorrow forsaken on the ground. 3 The true musician has no peace; nowhere for long he tarries- On shoulder-strap his violin carries and asks the way to wastes. 4 Confounded do you roam...O say where were you yesterday? My minstrel, now no longer loll, but leave your listless way- Go to the king's door, beg and pray for things of genuine worth! 5 The king is giving secretly gifts to ungifted ones; If this those artists were to hear they never would agree, Their fiddles instantancously to smithereens would reduce! 6 So many minstrels, of what use is all the craft they ply? What servant deems so precious, may be sin in master's eyes- Alchemy thou, and brazen I thy look turns me to gold! 7 Bestowal is not due to caste, whoever works, obtains, At childish ways of innocence forbearance king maintains; Who one night at his court remains shall e'er be free from pains! 8 It is the Givers great reproach, against musicians vain; "Why do you beg at other doors and mine do not approach Hence harm and hardship do encroach upon their happiness. 9 The only Giver thou, and we the humble beggars are; Rains seasons have...Thy bounty's rain doth pour eternally; A visitation sweet, from thee exalts, though soiled I be! 10 The morning star has risen...Oh arise, adore thy master, He swiftly turns away; doth know minds of musicians all!
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Ramkali-VII
Ramkali-VII
(Yogis) I 1 The glorious yogis in this world,< some 'Fire' bring, some 'Light'- Who kindle themselves to 'ignite', "I cannot live without them"! 2 I on a festal bed did sleep, then from a sigh woke I, Those who aroused me with a sigh "I cannot live without them"- 3 The music of renouncing ones great 'wealth' for me is this They have no need of words; nor speech their way and fashion is Ah, those that have 'become', I wis, "I cannot live without them"- 4 O nothing with themselves they take, with 'Self' they parted company- And those in whom such traits I see, "I cannot live without them"! II 5 With hunger yogis pack their bags preparing for a revelry... By tempting foods, they are not moved, and out they pour so lustily The 'thirst' to drink; their minds they flog until like beaten flax they be... So through long wastes they wade, to see at last fertility and life! 6 Food has no charm for yogis, since it left them with a bitter taste; From human beings they beg not; their call for help is in the waste; They choose poverty, and embraced sorrow with reverence sincere! 7 No bowls they carry, nor to ask from houses they do care; God-loving, oh so far away from human-doors they fare No law they need, within they bear a court of justice pure! 8 They sleep at sunset, and again at midnight rise, God-lovers these- Their faces only wash with dust... When dawn approaches then one sees them lie by road-side ill at ease; that they are 'Yogis', ne'er they tell. 9 These God-lovers, they do unfold humility within their eyes- They have no fathers, mothers, castes, no pedigrees, no ties untold; God is their One relationship that they within their pure souls hold; Of all the treasures mainfold a lion-cloth all their savings is. 10 And when their lion-cloth they have bound ablutions more they do not need... They too had heard the holy call, Before Islam that did sound All ties they severed, and they found at last the guide they wished to meet. 11 The selfless ones you know by this, that no desire they do bear; Their sign the non-dependence is, and freedom from relationship. 12 Whose heads bent on their knees must be, their beings integrated are; Their hearts like compass do return to the Divine perpetually- divested are by 'Reality'; From sin's account-giving all free, are those whose state 'Direction' is! III 13 This night they will with you remain, tomorrow they will wend their way; A longing for the patient ones in every of your veins retain; For, only fate will bring again this kind of yogis to your door. 14 They will abide with you today, tomorrow they will disappear- On yogis feast, and so enrich your soul, before they go away... Oh seek their feet, or else you may pine vainly after they are gone. 15 Before they leave your homely door, with them a heart-to-heart talk have; And sacrifice yourself on them ten times during the day, or more- As soon they leave for Hingalore, then only fate can bring them back! 16 God-seeker's voice today I miss, the courtyard now is desolute; The sight of empty places here, Kills me, so tortuous it is- Who to the soul gave life and bliss, the selfless ones, departed are! 17 Today the yogis disappeared, remembering them, I wept whole night; Those whom I searched and so revered, are vanished never to return... 18 As men are hunting after food, would they journey's direction ask; E'en creeping , they in holy mood the track would find, and all woe. 19 And as for bread some chase, were they in self-same manner seek for God They'd drag themselves to find the way, and their sorrows then would end! 20 What feast is for the vulgar, know sweet hunger that for yogis is; They love to keep the fast and go ne'er near where feasts they see. 21 The yogis that are favouring still delicious morsels, garments fine; To get near God they never will but far away from Him they dwell. 22 as always wet they are... They wake and weep and so they keep sleep at a distance far! 23 Alas! correctly you don't hear with ears appended to your head- The 'Message' you should hear instead with ears that are within you placed. 24 In asinine ears do not trust, dispose of them without delay; Purchase such ears with which you mayIV 25 Purpose that made them yogis, so long that's not attained, So long renouncers' life constrained To tears and longing is. 26 They never laugh, nor do they feast- With no man do converse- In depths profound they do immerse 'These' are the mystery! 27 Where there's no height, no heaven, And of the earth no trace; Where moon doth never rise, nor sun Doth ever show his face; There yogis see their limits, And see their resting place- Their clues reach far, till now their gaze Found in negation Reality! ____________________
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Khahori-VIII
Khahori-VIII
(Wandering Ascetics) I 1 Traversing far off realms, O friends Khahoris have returned at last; Their feet covered with dust...what lands it came from-oh, how do I know. 2 On wild growths hill-ascetics feed, they seek the land ne'er known or heard- Upon the dusty, stony grounds they lay their flanks when rest they need; To seek the light they do proceed and seek it from infinity. 3 The hill-ascetics I did see, those who do not in houses dwell; In biting wind they weep like rain with longing for Divinity- With sorrow they keep company, and live on sorrow day and night. 4 Old ragged ropes for shoes they wear; their faces are dried up, and wan- Oh, at that land they had a peep that learned ones could see no-where Secretive ones, have secrets rare of regions that still further lie.- 5 Their arms hold water-bags all dry- and on their feet ropes old and torn; Eyes pouring rain...O passer-by Ascetics such did e'er you meet! II 6 The load of truth cannot be borne upon the head, I fear, And deaf you have to be, the call of Reality to hear.- Make yourself blind, so that the dear Beloved you may see.- 7 How beautiful is darkest night in which you lose world's way- Your greed for this and that,-O quite forgotten it will be. 8 The common road do not go near; but walk where 'they' walk not; Cross over then by longing mere and nothing take with thee.- 9 Wanderers need no conveyance, no! for horse do not care- Although their minds are set on destination far and fair; In wastes search food...torn rags they wear, and that their sign-mark is. 10 I saw the wand'rers that a peep at the Beloved had; One night I in their place did stay their company to keep. To know them, is in drowning deep to have a safety raft. 11 Dust-covered they do walk their way, and mix themselves with clay; No secrets tell to stupid folk, nor gossip or delay; Some secret of the Loved-one they bear in their heart all-time. 12 Knowledge hides snakes, and many find folly as honey sweet, Who passed them both...left both behind he found the 'Reality'. III 13 Those who had lost their way were with a deep emotion stirred Those seers in the waste stood blind and nothing more they heard- Their ears were closed-like dumb they walked as if their minds were blurred... Their only sorrow separation was which they incurred- All they gave up for 'Lahut', but for this they hungered- Asleep...awake...longing was spurred but never was alleyed. 14 The spot where One Beloved dwells how happy't is, how sweet- Turn off from places where you meet all the inhuman crowds. 15 Those who the bare hills came to know no more for harvests cared- To Ganjo-hills they longed to go Lahutis to become. 16 Those who the bare hills came to know fothwith all books did close... Their sleep had gone, for Ganjo-hills their longing hearts did glow... They yearned Lahutis to become when dust from hills did blow.- From smell of hills left wordly show Lahutis to become. 17 See where the bird can never fly; a tiny fire twinkles there- Who could have kindled it so high except the wandering, homeless kind? 18 Restless Khahoris did destroy their bodies in a holy mood And so their spirit gained the food they had wished to obtain. 19 Wand'rers had girded up their loins... on heights they one with dust became, So they at last had reached, their aim through sorrow mountains top had found.
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Purab-IX
Purab-IX
(East) I 1 Dear crow, after obesance fall at the Beloved's feet- Message I give thee, dont't forget, in transit, I entreat, I beg in God,s name secretly my message do repeat; My words correctly and repeat; convey just as say. 2 Come flying my dear crow, bring news back from the other side; Sir down, a note of union strike, and all in me confide... My loved-ones that seem to abide so far away, bring here. 3 From loved-ones, there in foreign lands bring news, and not delay- Thy feathers I will cover with a wealth of gold-array- Circle above his house, convey my message to my love. 4 Oh! crow, I'll tear my heart from this my breast with my own hands; You peck at it before my love, that dwells in foreign lands; May be he says; "there are no friends that dare such sacrifice." 5 The crow is back, and sitting now On yonder twig, quite near;- He came last night, and greetings sweet Brought from my precious dear- Stop spinning sisters! that I hear All what Beloved said.- 6 The crow brought happy news for me, From the Beloved mine; My wishes all have been fulfilled, No more I need repine- My life is joy, powers divine Have fruitful made my prayers. 7 A dog, a crow from loved-ones's side Will so delight mine eyes! On them my 'Self' I'll sacrifice A hundred times a day. 8 Not make that crow a messenger That doth for carrion search! Will he deliver messages Or heed his stomch's urge? What message carry will that scourge Whose speech is: "Caw, caw, caw?" II 9 In longing for my loved-ones I Do rove around all day; Hoping he'll raise his eyes, and may Sweet recognition grant. 10 My comfort all is from those eyes, That smilingly they raise; Loved-one's smiles have relieved my woe And all my sorrow flies... World thinks their emaciation lies In hunger, but from sorrow' tis. 11 At mid-night Eastern Yogis closed Their house...I failed to hear Their soul-converse, when gradully Dawn's pale lights did appear.- Strange yogis, whose detachment here E'en by compassion is not marred. 12 On high-way they already are, To East, far East they roam- And they have sacrificeed this home To build the future one. 13 The East has killed me...none I find To whom I can complain; Advising world, and guiding it, I lost myself my mind- I made love to higher kind Who were not likes of mine. 14 You comfort seek, and call yourself 'Sami', yet are not trained; At journey's start exhausted grew, And more and more complained- You had not even found a guide,... To be consummate, so you feigned- Your soul should be to 'Sami' chained With 'Him' identified for aye. 15 To keep your greedy body fit, You beg for grains pretentiously, May be that you your ears have slit Palate to lease with luxuries.
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Bilawal-X
Bilawal-X
(The Tune of Life) I 1 Believe in word of invitation of the Giver kind; Just rinse your mouth, and you will find that food you will receive. 2 Drive vulgar crowds out of the house, peace with the sovereign make- From that door then on favours browse receiving gifts each day. 3 Don't long for wine of paradise, cross over, nearer still- Between you and the Union lie rewards,...this do realise! Sama's presence to find, arise! your wishes to fulfil. 4 Sama, the crown is on your head else many leaders be- Oh, from your treasure house, such thousands beg the priceless bread, And bounty rich for them is spread according to their bowls! 5 The kettle drums break one and all, all hollow are inside On no one but on Hashmi call The door of Hashmi seek. 6 One who upholds those in despair, helps those who seek refuge; This prop of humble ones, shirks not when millions crave his care... Aghast all chieftains stand...but there the smiling one they spy!- 7 Stop not at every watering place but seek the deep, full lake; Head of the realm if you can reach there wait wealth and solace; The one who made poor rich, only his turban try to trace, Tarnish of hundreds he'll erase, when head he lifts and speaks! 8 All credit due to Jakhro is, others commands obey This favourite's station, ah, where it be, no one can say; From what he fashioned was, that clay was just enough for him. 9 Jakhro worthy is, and the rest but name of 'king' do bear; As Jakhro was produced, others that way no fashioned were; Clay needed for his make so rare for him was just enough. 10 The leader's messages I store so deep within my heart Of other doors I think no more Since Jakhro I have seen! 11 No one like Jakhro I can see On earth where'er I gaze, The leader of all leaders, of Exalted status he- Two bows' length, even less, his place is from divine glory; O lord, greaty you favoured me by giving me this guide! 12 Oh Jakhro, may you ever live; Of you may I no evil hear- Solace to eyes and heart you give, their only sweet support, is you. 13 Oh leader, well your ways are known all over foreign lands; How many have you set on horse backs that had weary grown? You ask no faults of those who moan, But all you do accept! 14 He even gives in anger...lo, when pleased his bounty pours, Benevolence doth overflow in noble Jakhro's mind. 15 Don't punish the obedient ones; but head strong do destroy; Forget not 'Battle Great', no joy no gain give battles small. 16 Come to the Major Battle, though many small battles fight... And never cease to sweep away passion-worshiper's blight.- With the support of Hyder's light fight, and destroy the foe! 17 Jakhro adore! he who appeared the hunger of the land- Those who were trembling in their rags in silken shawls now stand; It was by noble Jakhro's hand the needy ones were filled! 18 The moment I arrived my feet were cooled, my thirst was quenched; A desert walker water sweet had found in scorching waste.- 19 Beneath whose shelter I do dwell noble man, may he live! The waters that wayfarers drink, may never dry that well... Oh smiling one! mine eyes excel in comfort, seeing you. II 20 Vagand has now returned again, his efforts all were vain... So gladly would he here remain dress, food, bed to obtain! 21 Vagand has now returned again- when all had got their share A beating from his wife he got, nought else she gave him there! And now with zest he doth declare he'll e'er lie at my feet! 22 Ah...in the hope of breakfast fine Vagand again is here; He never more will leave this place, nor will he leave his Pir- Perfume of spring he smells- so dear prospects of breakfast are! 23 In body he so shrivelled looks, at eating he is great; He smells...sweetness to cultivate he begs master for scent- 24 Poor Vagand, now so dutiful is always at the door; He loves perfumes so much...therefore, he rakes the horse' dung. 25 Vagand has now returned again, returned a hell complete! He says: "Pir's heaven, dirty ones turns into roses sweet- Keep near perfumes, to be replete with clean, refreshing smells."
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