Birha Tu Sultan – Translation of Farid and Shiv Kumar Batalvi’s poems

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Birha Tu Sultan is a couplet written by Baba Sheikh Farid and Shiv Kumar Batalvi took that couplet and wrote his own thoughts about the subject of separation in a poem of the same name.  See below for transliteration and translation.



ਬਿਰਹਾ ਤੂੰ ਸੁਲਤਾਨ ਸ਼ਿਵ ਕੁਮਾਰ ਬਟਾਲਵੀ
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਤੂੰ ਸੁਲਤਾਨ

ਬਿਰਹਾ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਆਖੀਏ
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਤੂੰ ਸੁਲਤਾਨ ।
ਜਿਸ ਤਨ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਨਾ ਉਪਜੇ
ਸੋ ਤਨ ਜਾਣ ਮਸਾਨ ।

ਅਸੀਂ ਸਭ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਘਰ ਜੰਮਦੇ
ਅਸੀਂ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਦੀ ਸੰਤਾਨ ।
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਖਾਈਏ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਪਾਈਏ
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਆਏ ਹੰਢਾਣ ।

ਅਸੀਂ ਸਭ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਦੇ ਮੰਦਰੀਂ
ਧੁਖਦੇ ਧੂਫ਼ ਮਸਾਣ ।
ਬਿਨ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਉਮਰ ਸੁਗੰਧੀਆਂ
ਸੱਭੇ ਬਿਨਸਾ ਜਾਣ ।

ਬਿਰਹਾ ਸੇਤੀ ਉਪਜਿਆ
ਇਹ ਧਰਤੀ ਤੇ ਅਸਮਾਨ ।
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਸੇਤੀ ਸੂਰਜ ਜੰਮਣ
ਦਿਹੁੰ ਪਏ ਗੇੜੇ ਖਾਣ ।

ਮਾਏਂ ਵਡਭਾਗੀ ਤੇਰਾ ਬਿਰਹਾ
ਲੜ ਲੱਗ ਮੇਰੇ ਆਣ ।
ਬਿਨ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਥੀਂਦੀ ਠੀਕਰੀ
ਕਿਸੇ ਉਜੜੇ ਕਬਰਿਸਤਾਨ ।

ਅੱਜ ਸੱਭੇ ਧਰਤੀਆਂ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ
ਤੇ ਸੱਭੇ ਹੀ ਅਸਮਾਨ ।
ਅੱਜ ਸੱਭੇ ਰੰਗ ਹੀ ਮੈਂਡੜੇ
ਮੇਰੇ ਵੇਹੜੇ ਝੂਮਰ ਪਾਣ ।

ਤੂੰ ਹਾਏ ਰਾਣੀ ਮਾਂ ਮੇਰੀਏ
ਕਿਉਂ ਲੋਚੇਂ ਵਸਲ ਹੰਢਾਣ ।
ਜੇ ਦਿਸ਼ਾ ਦਿਸ਼ਾਵਾਂ ਆਪਸੀਂ
ਮਿਲਣ ਕਦੇ ਨਾ ਜਾਣ ।

ਅਸਾਂ ਜੂਨ ਹੰਢਾਣੀ ਮਹਿਕ ਦੀ
ਸਾਨੂੰ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਦਾ ਵਰਦਾਨ ।
ਸਾਡੇ ਇਸ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਦੇ ਨਾਮ ਤੋਂ
ਕੋਟ ਜਨਮ ਕੁਰਬਾਨ ।

ਬਿਰਹਾ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਆਖੀਏ
ਬਿਰਹਾ ਤੂੰ ਸੁਲਤਾਨ ।
ਜਿਸ ਤਨ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਨਾ ਉਪਜੇ
ਸੋ ਤਨ ਜਾਣ ਮਸਾਨ ।


Birha Tu Sultan
Transliteration and Translation


Birha birha aakhiye
Birha tu sultaan
Jis tan birha na upaje
So tan jaan masaan

Let us sing of separation,
Separation is king.
A body that does not know separation,
Is but a corpse.

AseeN sabh birha ghar jamade
AseeN birha di santaan
Birha khaaeeye birha paaeeye
Birha aaye haNDaan.

We are born in the house of separation,
We are children of separation.
We receive it, we endure it
We are on this earth to deal with it.

AseeN sab birhaaN de maNdareeN
Dhukde doof masaan
Bin birha umar sugaNdheeyaaN
Sabhe binsa jaan.

In the temple of separation each one of us
Burns like incense.
Without separation, every odor of life
Would perish.

Birha seti upajiya
Eh dharti te asmaan
Birha seti sooraj jaman
DihooN paye geRe khaan.

From separation emerged
This earth, this sky.
From separation originates the sun
And the days revolve.

MaeN vaDbhaagi tera birha
LaR lahg mere aan
Bin birha theeN di THeekari
Kise ujaRe kabristaan.

I was supremely fortunate that this separation from you
Attached itself to me.
Without it I would have been just a piece of clay,
In an empty graveyard.

Ahj sabe dhartiyaaN meriyaaN
Te sabhe hi asmaan
Ahj sabhe raNg hi maenDRe
Mere vehDe jhumar paan.

Today, all the world is mine,
And all the skies.
Today, every color sways
In my courtyard.

Tu hae rane man mereeye
KyuN loche vasal haNDaan
Je disha dishaavaaN aapaseeN
Milan kade na jaan.

Why, my troubled soul,
Do you long for union?
Do different directions
Ever try to meet?

AsaaN joon haNDaani mahik di
Sahnu birha da vardaan
SaaDe is birha de naam toN
Kot janam kurbaan.

I must extract the very essence of fragrance,
For I have been given the gift of separation.
For the sake of this separation
I would give up a hundred births.


Birha birha aakhiye
Birha tu sultaan
Jis tan birha na upaje
So tan jaan masaan.

Let us sing of separation,
Separation is king
A body that does not know separation,
Is but a corpse.

Khushk taar o khushk chob o khushk post – Rumi

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Rumi's Rubai



Khushk taar o khushk chob o khushk post
(dry string and dry wood and dry hide)
az koja mi ayadee(n) aawaaz e dost(from where comes the beloveds voice)
neze taar o neze chob o neze post(not from string and not wood and not hide)
khud bakhud mi ayadee(n) aawaaz e dost
(from itself comes the beloved’s voice)
- Rumi

saanaa-e-saazast andar taar o post
zee(n) sabab mi ayadee(n) aawaaz e dost

Parched hide, dried wood, frayed string
From where does the beloved’s voice ring?
Not the drum, nor the wood, or the string
From itself does the beloved’s voice spring

- Translated by Omer Shafee

When death comes, where will you run?

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When death comes
Where will you run?
- Guru Tegh Bahadur

ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ ਮਹਲਾ
जैजावंती महला
Jaijāvanṯī mėhlā 9.
Jaijaavantee, Ninth Mehl:

ਬੀਤ ਜੈਹੈ ਬੀਤਜੈਹੈ ਜਨਮੁਅਕਾਜੁ ਰੇ
बीत जैहै बीत जैहै जनमु अकाजु रे
Bīṯ jaihai bīṯ jaihai janam akāj re.
Slipping away - your life is uselessly slipping away.

ਨਿਸਿ ਦਿਨੁ ਸੁਨਿਕੈ ਪੁਰਾਨਸਮਝਤ ਨਹਰੇ ਅਜਾਨ
निसि दिनु सुनि कै पुरान समझत नह रे अजान
Nis ḏin sun kai purān samjẖaṯ nah re ajān.
Night and day, you listen to the Puraanas, but you do not understand them, you ignorant fool!

ਕਾਲੁ ਤਉ ਪਹੂਚਿਓਆਨਿ ਕਹਾਜੈਹੈ ਭਾਜਿਰੇ ਰਹਾਉ
कालु तउ पहूचिओ आनि कहा जैहै भाजि रे रहाउ
Kāl ṯa▫o pahūcẖi▫o ān kahā jaihai bẖāj re. ||1|| rahā▫o.
Death has arrived; now where will you run? ||1||Pause||

ਅਸਥਿਰੁ ਜੋ ਮਾਨਿਓਦੇਹ ਸੋਤਉ ਤੇਰਉਹੋਇ ਹੈਖੇਹ
असथिरु जो मानिओ देह सो तउ तेरउ होइ है खेह
Asthir jo māni▫o ḏeh so ṯa▫o ṯera▫o ho▫e hai kẖeh.
You believed that this body was permanent, but it shall turn to dust.

ਕਿਉ ਹਰਿਕੋ ਨਾਮੁਲੇਹਿ ਮੂਰਖਨਿਲਾਜ ਰੇ
किउ हरि को नामु लेहि मूरख निलाज रे
Ki▫o na har ko nām lehi mūrakẖ nilāj re. ||1||
Why don't you chant the Name of the Lord, you shameless fool? ||1||

ਰਾਮ ਭਗਤਿ ਹੀਏਆਨਿ ਛਾਡਿਦੇ ਤੈਮਨ ਕੋਮਾਨੁ
राम भगति हीए आनि छाडि दे तै मन को मानु
Rām bẖagaṯ hī▫e ān cẖẖād ḏe ṯai man ko mān.
Let devotional worship of the Lord enter into your heart, and abandon the intellectualism of your mind.

ਨਾਨਕ ਜਨ ਇਹਬਖਾਨਿ ਜਗਮਹਿ ਬਿਰਾਜੁਰੇ
नानक जन इह बखानि जग महि बिराजु रे
Nānak jan ih bakẖān jag mėh birāj re. ||2||4||
O Servant Nanak, this is the way to live in the world. ||2||4||

ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ
सति नामु करता पुरखु निरभउ निरवैरु अकाल मूरति अजूनी सैभं गुर प्रसादि
Ik▫oaʼnkār saṯ nām karṯā purakẖ nirbẖa▫o nirvair akāl mūraṯ ajūnī saibẖaʼn gur parsāḏ.

One Universal Creator God. Truth Is The Name. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying. Beyond Birth. Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace:

When death comes, where will you run?

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When death comes
Where will you run?
- Guru Tegh Bahadur

ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ ਮਹਲਾ
जैजावंती महला
Jaijāvanṯī mėhlā 9.
Jaijaavantee, Ninth Mehl:

ਬੀਤ ਜੈਹੈ ਬੀਤਜੈਹੈ ਜਨਮੁਅਕਾਜੁ ਰੇ
बीत जैहै बीत जैहै जनमु अकाजु रे
Bīṯ jaihai bīṯ jaihai janam akāj re.
Slipping away - your life is uselessly slipping away.

ਨਿਸਿ ਦਿਨੁ ਸੁਨਿਕੈ ਪੁਰਾਨਸਮਝਤ ਨਹਰੇ ਅਜਾਨ
निसि दिनु सुनि कै पुरान समझत नह रे अजान
Nis ḏin sun kai purān samjẖaṯ nah re ajān.
Night and day, you listen to the Puraanas, but you do not understand them, you ignorant fool!

ਕਾਲੁ ਤਉ ਪਹੂਚਿਓਆਨਿ ਕਹਾਜੈਹੈ ਭਾਜਿਰੇ ਰਹਾਉ
कालु तउ पहूचिओ आनि कहा जैहै भाजि रे रहाउ
Kāl ṯa▫o pahūcẖi▫o ān kahā jaihai bẖāj re. ||1|| rahā▫o.
Death has arrived; now where will you run? ||1||Pause||

ਅਸਥਿਰੁ ਜੋ ਮਾਨਿਓਦੇਹ ਸੋਤਉ ਤੇਰਉਹੋਇ ਹੈਖੇਹ
असथिरु जो मानिओ देह सो तउ तेरउ होइ है खेह
Asthir jo māni▫o ḏeh so ṯa▫o ṯera▫o ho▫e hai kẖeh.
You believed that this body was permanent, but it shall turn to dust.

ਕਿਉ ਹਰਿਕੋ ਨਾਮੁਲੇਹਿ ਮੂਰਖਨਿਲਾਜ ਰੇ
किउ हरि को नामु लेहि मूरख निलाज रे
Ki▫o na har ko nām lehi mūrakẖ nilāj re. ||1||
Why don't you chant the Name of the Lord, you shameless fool? ||1||

ਰਾਮ ਭਗਤਿ ਹੀਏਆਨਿ ਛਾਡਿਦੇ ਤੈਮਨ ਕੋਮਾਨੁ
राम भगति हीए आनि छाडि दे तै मन को मानु
Rām bẖagaṯ hī▫e ān cẖẖād ḏe ṯai man ko mān.
Let devotional worship of the Lord enter into your heart, and abandon the intellectualism of your mind.

ਨਾਨਕ ਜਨ ਇਹਬਖਾਨਿ ਜਗਮਹਿ ਬਿਰਾਜੁਰੇ
नानक जन इह बखानि जग महि बिराजु रे
Nānak jan ih bakẖān jag mėh birāj re. ||2||4||
O Servant Nanak, this is the way to live in the world. ||2||4||

ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ
सति नामु करता पुरखु निरभउ निरवैरु अकाल मूरति अजूनी सैभं गुर प्रसादि
Ik▫oaʼnkār saṯ nām karṯā purakẖ nirbẖa▫o nirvair akāl mūraṯ ajūnī saibẖaʼn gur parsāḏ.

One Universal Creator God. Truth Is The Name. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying. Beyond Birth. Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace:

Allama Iqbal on Life After Death

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Allama Iqbal on Death


Mout
Death




Lahad Mein Bhi Yehi Ghaib-o-Huzoor Rehta Hai
Agar Hi Zinda To Dil Na-Saboor Rehta Hai

If self of man perfection gains devoid of rest his heart remains:
Even in the niche of grave presence and Absence he must brave.





Meh-o-Sitara, Misal-e-Shararah Yak Do Nafas
Mai-e-Khudi Ka Abad Tak Suroor Rehta Hai

The Moon and stars shine like a spark, For moments few and then the dark:
The rapture caused by egoʹs wine is as eternal as things divine.




Farishta Mout Ka Chhuta Hai Go Badan Tera
Tere Wujood Ke Markaz Se Door Rehta Ha!

If your ego is ripe and mature, Your life from Death becomes secure:
Deathʹs angel may earthly frame contact, But can not harm your soul, in fact.

Allama Iqbal on Life After Death

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Allama Iqbal on Death


Mout
Death




Lahad Mein Bhi Yehi Ghaib-o-Huzoor Rehta Hai
Agar Hi Zinda To Dil Na-Saboor Rehta Hai

If self of man perfection gains devoid of rest his heart remains:
Even in the niche of grave presence and Absence he must brave.





Meh-o-Sitara, Misal-e-Shararah Yak Do Nafas
Mai-e-Khudi Ka Abad Tak Suroor Rehta Hai

The Moon and stars shine like a spark, For moments few and then the dark:
The rapture caused by egoʹs wine is as eternal as things divine.




Farishta Mout Ka Chhuta Hai Go Badan Tera
Tere Wujood Ke Markaz Se Door Rehta Ha!

If your ego is ripe and mature, Your life from Death becomes secure:
Deathʹs angel may earthly frame contact, But can not harm your soul, in fact.

Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon – Abida Parveen Ghazal and Translation

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Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon is a ghazal written by Shaad Azeemabadi (1846 - 1927).

Translation and further explanation can be found here: http://gurmeet.net/poetry/dhoondoge-agar-mulkon-mulkon/

Roman Script
Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon
Milne Ke Nahin Nayaab Hain Hum
Tabeer Hai Jiski Hasrat-O-Gham
Aye Humnafaso Woh Khwaab Hain Hum

Translation
Even if you search from nation to nation,
You won’t find me, for I’m a rare jewel.
With a willingness to handle grief and sorrow,
O friends! I am an embodiment of that dream.

Tabeer - Interpretation of a dream

Roman Script
Aye Dard Bata Kuch Tu Hi Pata
Ab Tak Yeh Mu’ammya Hal Na Hua
Hum Mein Hain Dil-E-Betaab Nihan
Yah Aap Dil-E-Betaab Hain Hum

Translation
O grief! Please help me understand
For the situation hasn't resolved itself yet,
Whether a restless heart is embedded inside me
Or am I the restless heart itself?


Roman Script
Main Hairat-O-Hasrat Ka Maara
Khamosh Khada Hoon Sahil Par
Dariya-E-Mohabbat Kehta Hai
“Aa Kuch Bhi Nahin Payaab Hain Hum”

Translation
I, driven by wonder and desire
Stand quietly at the bank of a river.
The river of love beckons,
"Don't be afraid, I am shallow and fordable”


Roman Script
Lakhon Hi Musafir Chalte Hain
Manzil pohunchte Hain Do Ik
Aye Ahl-E-Zamana Qadr Karo
Nayaab Na Hon Kamyaab Hain Hum

Translation
Millions of travelers walk,
Only a handful reach their destinations,
O my contemporaries! Appreciate me for I am,
rare, if not elusive.


Roman Script
Murghan-E-Qafas Ko Phoolon Ne
Aye Shaad Ye Kahla Bheja Hai
Aa Jao Jo Tum Ko Aana Ho
Aise Mein Abhi Shadaab Hain Hum

Translation
O Shaad! The flowers have dispatched
This message to birds in captivity
"Come if you wish to,
I am resplendent in the present moment."

Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon – Abida Parveen Ghazal and Translation

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Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon is a ghazal written by Shaad Azeemabadi (1846 - 1927).

Translation and further explanation can be found here: http://gurmeet.net/poetry/dhoondoge-agar-mulkon-mulkon/

Roman Script
Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon
Milne Ke Nahin Nayaab Hain Hum
Tabeer Hai Jiski Hasrat-O-Gham
Aye Humnafaso Woh Khwaab Hain Hum

Translation
Even if you search from nation to nation,
You won’t find me, for I’m a rare jewel.
With a willingness to handle grief and sorrow,
O friends! I am an embodiment of that dream.

Tabeer - Interpretation of a dream

Roman Script
Aye Dard Bata Kuch Tu Hi Pata
Ab Tak Yeh Mu’ammya Hal Na Hua
Hum Mein Hain Dil-E-Betaab Nihan
Yah Aap Dil-E-Betaab Hain Hum

Translation
O grief! Please help me understand
For the situation hasn't resolved itself yet,
Whether a restless heart is embedded inside me
Or am I the restless heart itself?


Roman Script
Main Hairat-O-Hasrat Ka Maara
Khamosh Khada Hoon Sahil Par
Dariya-E-Mohabbat Kehta Hai
“Aa Kuch Bhi Nahin Payaab Hain Hum”

Translation
I, driven by wonder and desire
Stand quietly at the bank of a river.
The river of love beckons,
"Don't be afraid, I am shallow and fordable”


Roman Script
Lakhon Hi Musafir Chalte Hain
Manzil pohunchte Hain Do Ik
Aye Ahl-E-Zamana Qadr Karo
Nayaab Na Hon Kamyaab Hain Hum

Translation
Millions of travelers walk,
Only a handful reach their destinations,
O my contemporaries! Appreciate me for I am,
rare, if not elusive.


Roman Script
Murghan-E-Qafas Ko Phoolon Ne
Aye Shaad Ye Kahla Bheja Hai
Aa Jao Jo Tum Ko Aana Ho
Aise Mein Abhi Shadaab Hain Hum

Translation
O Shaad! The flowers have dispatched
This message to birds in captivity
"Come if you wish to,
I am resplendent in the present moment."

Mere rashk-e-qamar – Video and Translation of Nustrat Fateh Ali Khan Song

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An Urdu ghazal penned by the Pakistani poet Fana Buland Shehri:



میرے رشکِ قمر تو نے پہلی نظر، جب نظر سے ملائی مزہ آ گیا
برق سی گر گئی، کام ہی کر گئی، آگ ایسی لگائی مزہ آ گیا

mere rashk-e-qamar tu ne pehli nazar, jab nazar se milaaii maza aa gaya
barq si gir gaii kaam hi kar gaii, aag aisi lagaaii maza aa gaya

O my envy of the moon, when your eyes first met mine, I was overjoyed
Lightning struck and destroyed me; you ignited such a fire that it made me ecstatic

جام میں گھول کر حسن کی مستیاں، چاندنی مسکرائی مزہ آ گیا
چاند کے سائے میں اے میرے ساقیا، تو نے ایسی پلائی مزہ آ گیا
jaam mein ghol kar husn ki mastiyaan, chaandni muskuraaii maza aa gaya
chaand ke saaey mein ae mere saaqiya, tu ne aisi pilaaii maza aa gaya
Mixing beauty’s mischief into my drink, the moonlight smiled – how enjoyable!
In the moon’s shadow, O my cup-bearer, you made me drink such a wine that I was ecstatic

نشہ شیشے میں انگڑائی لینے لگا، بزمِ رنداں میں ساغر کھنکنے لگے
میکدے پہ برسنے لگیں مستیاں، جب گھٹا گھر کے چھائی مزہ آ گیا
nasha sheeshe mein angraaii lene laga, bazm-e-rindaan mein saaghar khanakne lage
maikade pe barasne lagiin mastiyaan, jab ghata ghir ke chaaii maza aa gaya
Intoxication spread through the bottle, and goblets clinked in the party of debauchees
Mischief descended upon the tavern, and when storm clouds poured down, I was overjoyed


بےحجبانہ وہ سامنے آ گئے، اور جوانی جوانی سے ٹکرا گئی
آنکھ اُن کی لڑی یوں میری آنکھ سے، دیکھ کر یہ لڑائی مزہ آ گیا
behijaabana woh saamne aa gae, aur jawaani jawaani se takra gaii
aankh un ki lari yuun meri aankh se, dekh kar yeh laraaii maza aa gaya

Unveiled, she came before me, and her youthful splendor collided with mine
Her eyes clashed with mine in such a way that seeing this fight made me joyful


آنکھ میں تھی حیاہ ہر ملاقات پر، سرخ عارض ہوئے وصل کی بات پر
اُس نے شرما کے میرے سوالات پہ، ایسے گردن جھکائی مزہ آ گیا

aankh mein thi hayaa har mulaaqaat par, surkh aariz hue wasl ki baat par
us ne sharma ke mere sawaalaat pe, aise gardan jhukaaii maza aa gaya

Modesty was in her eyes every time we met; her cheeks blushed red when I spoke of our union
Embarrassed by my questions, she lowered her head in such a way that I was delighted


شیخ صاحب کا ایمان مٹ ہی گیا، دیکھ کر حسنِ ساقی پگھل ہی گیا
آج سے پہلے یہ کتنے مغرور تھے، لٹ گئی پارسائی مزہ آ گیا

shaikh saahib ka eemaan mit hi gaya, dekh kar husn-e-saaqi pighal hi gaya
aaj se pehle ye kitne maghroor the, lut gaii paarsaaii maza aa gaya
Before today, how proud he was; now his piety has been lost – how enjoyable!
The shaikh’s faith was obliterated; upon seeing the cup-bearer’s beauty, it melted away

اے فناؔ شکر ہے آج بعدِ فنا، اُس نے رکھلی میرے پیار کی آبرو
اپنے ہاتھوں سے اُس نے میری قبر پر، چادرِ گل چڑھائی مزہ آ گیا

ae Fana shukar hai aaj baad-e-fana, us ne rakhli mere pyaar ki aabroo
apne haathon se us ne meri qabar par, chaadar-e-gul charhaaii maza aa gaya
O Fana, today I am grateful that after my demise, she has maintained the honor of my love
With her own hands, she spread a sheet of flowers on my grave – how delightful!


* Note on the takhallus: The takhallus (Urdu: تخلص) is the pen name adopted by a poet in Urdu, and is usually incorporated into his/her poems near the end. It often has a double meaning as both a name and as a word. Fana Buland Shehri included his takhallus in this qawwali when he says, “ae Fana shukar hai aaj baad-e-fana, us ne rakhli mere pyaar ki aabroo”. Fana is the author’s name, but it also means “annihilation”. This adds another meaning to that line: “O annihilation (death), today I am grateful that after my demise, she has maintained the honor of my love”.

Mere rashk-e-qamar – Video and Translation of Nustrat Fateh Ali Khan Song

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An Urdu ghazal penned by the Pakistani poet Fana Buland Shehri:



میرے رشکِ قمر تو نے پہلی نظر، جب نظر سے ملائی مزہ آ گیا
برق سی گر گئی، کام ہی کر گئی، آگ ایسی لگائی مزہ آ گیا

mere rashk-e-qamar tu ne pehli nazar, jab nazar se milaaii maza aa gaya
barq si gir gaii kaam hi kar gaii, aag aisi lagaaii maza aa gaya

O my envy of the moon, when your eyes first met mine, I was overjoyed
Lightning struck and destroyed me; you ignited such a fire that it made me ecstatic

جام میں گھول کر حسن کی مستیاں، چاندنی مسکرائی مزہ آ گیا
چاند کے سائے میں اے میرے ساقیا، تو نے ایسی پلائی مزہ آ گیا
jaam mein ghol kar husn ki mastiyaan, chaandni muskuraaii maza aa gaya
chaand ke saaey mein ae mere saaqiya, tu ne aisi pilaaii maza aa gaya
Mixing beauty’s mischief into my drink, the moonlight smiled – how enjoyable!
In the moon’s shadow, O my cup-bearer, you made me drink such a wine that I was ecstatic

نشہ شیشے میں انگڑائی لینے لگا، بزمِ رنداں میں ساغر کھنکنے لگے
میکدے پہ برسنے لگیں مستیاں، جب گھٹا گھر کے چھائی مزہ آ گیا
nasha sheeshe mein angraaii lene laga, bazm-e-rindaan mein saaghar khanakne lage
maikade pe barasne lagiin mastiyaan, jab ghata ghir ke chaaii maza aa gaya
Intoxication spread through the bottle, and goblets clinked in the party of debauchees
Mischief descended upon the tavern, and when storm clouds poured down, I was overjoyed


بےحجبانہ وہ سامنے آ گئے، اور جوانی جوانی سے ٹکرا گئی
آنکھ اُن کی لڑی یوں میری آنکھ سے، دیکھ کر یہ لڑائی مزہ آ گیا
behijaabana woh saamne aa gae, aur jawaani jawaani se takra gaii
aankh un ki lari yuun meri aankh se, dekh kar yeh laraaii maza aa gaya

Unveiled, she came before me, and her youthful splendor collided with mine
Her eyes clashed with mine in such a way that seeing this fight made me joyful


آنکھ میں تھی حیاہ ہر ملاقات پر، سرخ عارض ہوئے وصل کی بات پر
اُس نے شرما کے میرے سوالات پہ، ایسے گردن جھکائی مزہ آ گیا

aankh mein thi hayaa har mulaaqaat par, surkh aariz hue wasl ki baat par
us ne sharma ke mere sawaalaat pe, aise gardan jhukaaii maza aa gaya

Modesty was in her eyes every time we met; her cheeks blushed red when I spoke of our union
Embarrassed by my questions, she lowered her head in such a way that I was delighted


شیخ صاحب کا ایمان مٹ ہی گیا، دیکھ کر حسنِ ساقی پگھل ہی گیا
آج سے پہلے یہ کتنے مغرور تھے، لٹ گئی پارسائی مزہ آ گیا

shaikh saahib ka eemaan mit hi gaya, dekh kar husn-e-saaqi pighal hi gaya
aaj se pehle ye kitne maghroor the, lut gaii paarsaaii maza aa gaya
Before today, how proud he was; now his piety has been lost – how enjoyable!
The shaikh’s faith was obliterated; upon seeing the cup-bearer’s beauty, it melted away

اے فناؔ شکر ہے آج بعدِ فنا، اُس نے رکھلی میرے پیار کی آبرو
اپنے ہاتھوں سے اُس نے میری قبر پر، چادرِ گل چڑھائی مزہ آ گیا

ae Fana shukar hai aaj baad-e-fana, us ne rakhli mere pyaar ki aabroo
apne haathon se us ne meri qabar par, chaadar-e-gul charhaaii maza aa gaya
O Fana, today I am grateful that after my demise, she has maintained the honor of my love
With her own hands, she spread a sheet of flowers on my grave – how delightful!


* Note on the takhallus: The takhallus (Urdu: تخلص) is the pen name adopted by a poet in Urdu, and is usually incorporated into his/her poems near the end. It often has a double meaning as both a name and as a word. Fana Buland Shehri included his takhallus in this qawwali when he says, “ae Fana shukar hai aaj baad-e-fana, us ne rakhli mere pyaar ki aabroo”. Fana is the author’s name, but it also means “annihilation”. This adds another meaning to that line: “O annihilation (death), today I am grateful that after my demise, she has maintained the honor of my love”.

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