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It’s close to 4:30am on Sunday morning and I’m reading this poem by Robert Hayden. About winter sundays, love, family, thanksgiving. The quiet of the morning makes for a great time to reflect. 

Those Winter Sundays 

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,


Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?


#poem #poetry #shivpreetsingh #love #father #fatherhood #morning #morningmotivation #quotes #sunday

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Shivpreet Singh · Navai Kai Rang

The words

This is the 20th pauri of Guru Nanak's long poem Japji Sahib. It is said that Guru Nanak composed this poem n Kartarpur on the right bank of the Ravi river towards the end of his travels. Many have called Japji Sahib the distillation of Guru Nanak's philosophy. From what I have experienced from listening to Japji over the years, Guru ji lays down a 40-step path for the soul bride to sing the essence of truth, Satnam. The initial and last steps are called shloka's and the 38 poems within are called pauris, which literally means steps. Devout sikhs like my grandfather and my parents recite Japji Sahib everyday in the morning. The lyrics and 3 alternative translations are below.

The music

I have been working on the music for this composition since several years. The idea was to interject the verses with chanting on Satnam. The harmonies are not computer generated as is for many arrangements these days; I took my sweet time and took over 100 takes for the different vocals in this track and layered them for the harmonies. So I want to especially thank my collaborators who had to wait a long long time before this was completed. In 2018, my friend and his wife David and Ana contributed some tracks to help with this. David Baynes (who also did the arrangement of Jo Mange from 2014, and played the guitar in Jin Prem Kiyo with me) played the guitar and bass for this track. Ana Milena Varona, a highly accomplished cellist, has played several cello tracks to make it sound like a string quartet. Both of them poured their hearts into this so if you enjoy the music, please send them your best wishes. 

Lyrics and Translation 

ਭਰੀਐ ਹਥੁ ਪੈਰੁ ਤਨੁ ਦੇਹ ॥
भरीऐ हथु पैरु तनु देह ॥
Bẖarīai hath pair ṯan ḏeh.
When the hands and the feet and the body are dirty,

ਪਾਣੀ ਧੋਤੈ ਉਤਰਸੁ ਖੇਹ ॥
पाणी धोतै उतरसु खेह ॥
Pāṇī ḏẖoṯai uṯras kẖeh.
water can wash away the dirt.

ਮੂਤ ਪਲੀਤੀ ਕਪੜੁ ਹੋਇ ॥
मूत पलीती कपड़ु होइ ॥
Mūṯ palīṯī kapaṛ hoe.
When the clothes are soiled and stained by urine,

ਦੇ ਸਾਬੂਣੁ ਲਈਐ ਓਹੁ ਧੋਇ ॥
दे साबूणु लईऐ ओहु धोइ ॥
Ḏe sābūṇ laīai oh ḏẖoe.
soap can wash them clean.

ਭਰੀਐ ਮਤਿ ਪਾਪਾ ਕੈ ਸੰਗਿ ॥
भरीऐ मति पापा कै संगि ॥
Bẖarīai maṯ pāpā kai sang.
But when the intellect is stained and polluted by sin,

ਓਹੁ ਧੋਪੈ ਨਾਵੈ ਕੈ ਰੰਗਿ ॥
ओहु धोपै नावै कै रंगि ॥
Oh ḏẖopai nāvai kai rang.
it can only be cleansed by the Love of the Name.

ਪੁੰਨੀ ਪਾਪੀ ਆਖਣੁ ਨਾਹਿ ॥
पुंनी पापी आखणु नाहि ॥
Punnī pāpī ākẖaṇ nāhi.
Virtue and vice do not come by mere words;

ਕਰਿ ਕਰਿ ਕਰਣਾ ਲਿਖਿ ਲੈ ਜਾਹੁ ॥
करि करि करणा लिखि लै जाहु ॥
Kar kar karṇā likẖ lai jāhu.
actions repeated, over and over again, are engraved on the soul.

ਆਪੇ ਬੀਜਿ ਆਪੇ ਹੀ ਖਾਹੁ ॥
आपे बीजि आपे ही खाहु ॥
Āpe bīj āpe hī kẖāhu.
You shall harvest what you plant.

ਨਾਨਕ ਹੁਕਮੀ ਆਵਹੁ ਜਾਹੁ ॥੨੦॥
नानक हुकमी आवहु जाहु ॥२०॥
Nānak hukmī āvhu jāhu. ||20||
O Nanak, by the Hukam of God's Command, we come and go in reincarnation. ||20||

Translation by Sant Kirpal Singh

More: https://www.shivpreetsingh.com/2012/10/guru-nanaks-japji-translation-by-sant.html

STANZA XX
When the hands, feet and the body are besmeared
they are washed clean with water;
When the clothes get dirty and polluted, they are cleansed
by soap;
When one's mind gets defiled by sin, it can be purified
only by communion with the Word.
Men do not become saints or sinners merely by words.
But they carry deeds with them wherever they go.
As one sows, so does one reap;
O Nanak, men come and go by the wheel(1) of birth and death
as ordained by His Will.

(1) The inexorable Law of Karma or the Law of Cause and Effect also works under His Will.
Good actions like acts of mercy and charity although commendable in themselves do not have an important bearing on the highest spiritual attainment. They cease to be of consequence once the soul begins its inner journey from the "Til" or the third eye: "If therefore thine eye be single thy whole body shall be full of Light." Matt 6:22. Borne along the Current of the Word, the soul reaches "Amrit-saar" or "Amritsar" or the Fount of Nectar, the Amritsar in man. There any impurities that may be still clinging to the soul are finally washed away. Thus the soul is made fit for the onward journey to the highest spiritual plane of "Sat Naam" which is of ineffable greatness and glory.

Rhyming Translation of Pauri 20 by Swami Raama 


For full Japji: https://www.shivpreetsingh.com/2011/02/guru-nanak-japji-rhyming-translation.html

The dirt from off the hands can clean
And face and feet may water glean.
When the garments have been stained,
With soap is stainlessness regained.
When sin and vice the mind may blight,
Love of Name will set it right.
A saint or sinner can’t be known
Merely by the speech he’s sown,
But language of the heart unveils
The action that a man travails.
“As you show, so shall you reap”
The fruits of action one may keep.
Nanak says:
A person comes and then he dies,
To order of the lord complies. ||20||

#GuruNanak #Japji #ShivpreetSingh #Satnam
 

Babul mora naihar chhuto hi jaay
Char kahaar mile, mori doliyaa sajave
Mora aapnaa begana chhuto jaay!
Naihar chhuto hi jaay... 
Aangana toh parbat bhayo aur dehari bayi bidesh
Jay babul ghar aapno mai chali piya ke desh! 

बाबुल मोरा, नैहर छूटो ही जाए बाबुल मोरा, नैहर छूटो ही जाए

चार कहार मिल, मोरी डोलिया सजावें (उठायें) मोरा अपना बेगाना छूटो जाए | बाबुल मोरा ...

आँगना तो पर्बत भयो और देहरी भयी बिदेश जाए बाबुल घर आपनो मैं चली पीया के देश | बाबुल मोरा 

O My father! I'm leaving home.
O My father! I'm leaving home.

The four (palanquin) bearers lift my palanquin.
I'm leaving those who were my own.

Your courtyard is now like a mountain, and the threshold, a foreign country.
I leave your house, father, I am going to my beloved's country.



Babul, my canopy will be cut.
Where did you meet four people, decorate my girlfriend
My own and strangers leave me!
Naihar keeps getting cuter...
The courtyard is Parbat brothers and Dehari is also foreign
Hail Babul, I am going to the country of my own people!

History 

The song was written by Nawab Wajid Ali Shah, the 19th-century Nawab of Awadh as a lamentwhen he was exiled from his beloved Lucknow by the British Raj before the failed Rebellion of 1857, where he uses the metaphor of bidaai (bride's farewell) of a bride from her father's (babul) home, and his own banishment from his beloved Lucknow, to far away Calcutta, where he spent the rest of his years.[1][2][3][4]

It was also popularised by the legendary classical vocalist, Pandit Bhimsen Joshi.




https://maddy06.blogspot.com/2010/12/story-of-babul-mora.html





I am listening and reading about Amir Khusro's poetry tonight. First let me share my translation of his ghazal Guftam ke rohan az qamar, which is really a conversation with God (not unlike Allama Iqbal, Guru Nanak, and Neale Donald Walsch). Following this translation you will find another translation of the poem as well as some couplets sung by Bahauddin Khan Qawwal and party. 


I asked, "Is anything more radiant than the moon's light?"
He replied, "Yes, my face shines just as bright."

"And sweeter than sugar in this earthly place?"
"My words make sugar seem dull and commonplace."

"What's death for lovers?" - my voice soft and shy,
"Parting from the beloved," was his reply.

"And life's pain, can it find a remedy?"
"Just seeing me should bring your harmony."

"The right path for lovers?" I implore,
"Only faithfulness of lovers I adore."

"Be not cruel, unfair," I begged with tears,
"That's how I've worked all the years."

"Are you of angels or fairies rare?"
"Lord of them all," he smiled, "beyond compare."

"Your love has broken Khusrau's heart today."
"To be my love, that's the price you pay."



Bahauddin Khan Qawwal (1934-2006), whose party render the qawwali below, traced his lineage back to the days of Amir Khusrau. To remind centuries-yet-to-be that he had loved his murshid, Khusrau banded together twelve youngsters, personally trained them, funded them, and performed with them. He appointed Mian Saamat as the leader of the Bachche (Youngsters) Qawwal. Bahauddin's family claims descent from the Bachche.



The first couplet is by Saʿdī. Abū-Muhammad Muslih al-Dīn bin Abdallāh Shīrāzī, aka Saʿdī Shirazi (Persian: ابومحمد مصلح الدین بن عبدالله شیرازی‎; 1210-1292) was the major classical Persian poet of the middle ages, recognized for the quality of his composition and for the depth of his thought.

اگرم حیات بخشی و گرم هلاک خواهی
سر بندگی به حکمت بنهم که پادشاهی

Garam hayat bakhshi wa garam hayat khwahi
Sar-e-bandagi-ba-khidmat bane humke badshahi

Grant me a warm new life or grant me a hot death
I bow my head at Thy service and make Thee my king.

The second couplet is by ‘Araqi. Fakhr al-dīn Ibrahīm ‘Irāqī, or ‘Araqi (Persian: فخرالدین ابراهیم عراقی‎; 1213-1289), was a Persian Sufi master (a friend of Jalaluddin Rumi), poet and writer. Born in Hamedan, (i.e. 'Irani Iraq'), ‘Araqi spent many years in Multan in the Indian subcontinent, as well as in Konya in present day Turkey.

نہ شود نصب دشمن، کہ شود ہلاک تیغت
سر دوستاں سلامت، کہ تو خنجر آزمائی


Na shabad naseeb-e-dushman ke shabad halaq-e-taighat
Sar-e-doston-salamat ke tu khanjarat ma aaye

Why should our enemies be so fortunate to die by Thine hands?
The heads of comrades are standing alive, ready for dagger-wielder Thou.

The rest is by Amir Khusrau (1253-1305):

گفتم که روشن از قمر گفتا که رخسار منست

گفتم که شیرین از شکر گفتا که گفتار منست


Guftam ke roshan az qamar gufta ke rukhsar-e-man ast
Guftam ke shireen az shakar gufta ke guftar-e-man ast


I asked: 'What is brighter than the moon?' She said: 'It is my face.'
I asked: 'What is sweeter than sugar?' She said: 'It is my talk.'


گفتم کہ مرگِ ناگہاں، گفتا که درد هجر من
گفتم علاج زندگی ،گفتا که دیدار منست


Guftam ke marg-e-'ashiqan gufta ke dard-e-hijr-e-man
Guftam 'ilaaj-e-zindagi gufta ke deedar-e-man ast


I asked about the death of lovers; She said; 'The pain of being separated from me.'
I asked about the cure of life; She said: 'It is the sight of my face.'


گفتم طریق عاشقان گفتا وفاداری بود
گفتم مکن جور و جفا، گفتا کہ این کار منست


Guftam tareeq-e-'ashiqan gufta wafadari buwad
Guftam makun jaur o jafa gufta ke iin kar-e-man ast


I asked about the way of lovers; She said: 'Fidelity.'
I said: 'Then do not be cruel and wicked.' She said: 'That is my task.'


گفتم که حوری یا پری ، گفتا که من شاه ِ بتاں
گفتم که خسرو ناتوان گفتا پرستار منست


Guftam ke houri ya pari gufta ke man shah-e-butan
Guftam ke Khusrau na-tavaan gufta parastar-e-man ast


I said: 'Are you a houri or a fairy?' She said: 'Of idols I am King.'
I said: 'Khusrau is helpless.' She said: 'Worship me.'


In his Lectures on Aesthetics, Hegel wrote:

Pantheistic poetry has had, it must be said, a higher and freer development in the Islamic world, especially among the Persians ... The full flowering of Persian poetry comes at the height of its complete transformation in speech and national character, through Mohammedanism ... In later times, poetry of this order [Ferdowsi's epic poetry] had a sequel in love epics of extraordinary tenderness and sweetness; but there followed also a turn toward the didactic, where, with a rich experience of life, the far-traveled Saadi was master before it submerged itself in the depths of the pantheistic mysticism taught and recommended in the extraordinary tales and legendary narrations of the great Jalal-ed-Din Rumi.


اگرم حیات بخشی و گرم هلاک خواهیسر بندگی به حکمت بنهم که پادشاهی

e.e. cummings was revolutionary as a poet. Here is an ecstatic. You leap from one sentence to another like water going from pebble to pebble in a stream. 

ee Cummings turned to literature after being prisoned in France on false grounds. His first book, the enourmous room came from that experience. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Enormous_Room

This poem is about oneness. And how nature’s songs are better than our discussions: Birds sing sweeter than books can tell. Conventional wisdom imparted from books falls short of truth, love and beauty. Language likewise has a limited scope in describing such things. Bad teachers don’t understand this and keep focusing on conventional teachings; good teachers stress experiential learning and exploring beyond convention. 

The poet breaks so many rules; he goes beyond the conventional rules of the language. He finds that truth love and beauty are in oneness. There is an incredible ness of oneness, truth, love and beauty.  

if everything happens that can't be done
e.e. cummings


if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one

one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one's everyanything so

so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now

now i love you and you love me
(and books are shuter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we

we're anything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one


Reminds me of 

Dhai Akhar Prem Ke


Today I was reading this poem by Hugo Williams and I was reminded of Ranjish hi Sahi, ghazal of Ahmed Faraz immortalized by the singing of Mehdi Hassan (ghazal).  

Please Come Late 

by Hugo Williams

Please come late,
so that I gave almost given you up
and have started glancing round the room,
thinking everyone is you.

Ranjish hi Sahi




Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa
Aa phir se mujhe chod ke jaane ke liye aa
Let it be anguish, even to torture my heart, come
Come even if only to abandon me to torment again.

Pehle se marasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi to
Rasm-o-reh.e.duniya hi nibhane ke liye aa
Come, if not for our past commerce,
Then to faithfully fulfill the ancient barbaric rituals.


Kis kis ko bataayenge judaaii ka sabab hum
Tu mujh se kafa hai to zamane ke liye aa
How many people will I explain my grief to?
If you are mad at me, come just for the sake of this world


Kuch to mere pindaar-e-muhabbat ka bharam rakh
Tu bhi kabhi mujh ko manane ke liye aa
Respect, even if only a little, the depth of my love for you;
Come, someday, to offer me consolation as well.


Ek umr se hoon lazzat-e-giriya se bhi mehroom
Aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane ke liye aa
Too long you have deprived me of the pathos of longing;
Come again, my love, if only to make me weep.


Ab tak dil-e-khush faham ko tujh se hain ummiiden
Ye aakhri shamme bhi bhujaane ke liye aa
Till now, my heart still suffers some slight expectation;
So come, snuff out even the last flickering torch of hope!


Maana ki muhabbat ka chupaana hai muhabbat
Chupke se kisi roz jataane ke liye aa
Agreed, silencing your love is the real form of love
Some day, come to silently express your love


Jaise tujhe aate hain na aane ke bahaane
Aise hi kisi roz na jaane ke liye aa
The way you find excuses to not come,
Some day, come with an excuse to stay forever

Alternative Translation (from rekhta)

ranjish hī sahī dil hī dukhāne ke liye aa 
aa phir se mujhe chhoḌ ke jaane ke liye aa 

even if you are annoyed come just to give me pain 
come even if you have to then leave me yet again 

kuchh to mire pindār-e-mohabbat kā bharam rakh 
tū bhī to kabhī mujh ko manāne ke liye aa 

the notion of my love's self-pride please do pacify 
you should surely come one day and try to mollify 

pahle se marāsim na sahī phir bhī kabhī to 
rasm-o-rah-e-duniyā hī nibhāne ke liye aa 

even tho no longer close we are as used to be 
come even if it's purely for sake of formality 

kis kis ko batā.eñge judā.ī kā sabab ham 
tū mujh se ḳhafā hai to zamāne ke liye aa 

the reason for our parting to whom should I relate 
if cross with methen come and to the world narrate 

ik umr se huuñ lazzat-e-girya se bhī mahrūm 
ai rāhat-e-jāñ mujh ko rulāne ke liye aa 

a lifetime have I missed the joy of tearful ecstasy 
life's comfort thus to make me cry, you should come to me 

ab tak dil-e-ḳhush-fahm ko tujh se haiñ ummīdeñ 
ye āḳhirī sham.eñ bhī bujhāne ke liye aa 

my heart is optimistic yet, its hopes are still alive 
come to snuff it out, let not this final flame survive 

Please Come Late 

by Hugo Williams

Please come late,
so that I gave almost given you up
and have started glancing round the room,
thinking everyone is you.
Please don’t come
until I have started missing you,
thinking I will never see you again,
praying you are lost.
Come too late for me not to notice.
Make me suffer,
wondering what you are doing
on the other side of town,
still in your dressing down.
make me beg for mercy
when you pick up a magazine.

Are you looking in your mirror,
suddenly remembering me?
I’m on my second coffee by now,
eating the little bits of sugar in my cup.
Haven’t you even set out yet?
I decide I don’t want to see you after all.
I don’t really like you.
I’d rather be on my own.
I know it is all over between us.

but I go on sitting here,
reading a newspaper,
not understanding a word.
If you came in now, I wouldn’t recognize you.
Don’t come anywhere near me
until I have gone slightly mad for love of you.
Performance by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

In this poem, Iqbal imparts invaluable advice to his young son (Javed Iqbal), emphasizing the importance of self-discovery, creativity, and embracing one's identity and heritage. The poem is not just a fatherly guidance but a profound philosophical message that reflects Iqbal's thoughts on individuality, spirituality, and cultural pride.

Ghazal in English followed by 2 Translations


dayār-e-ishq meñ apnā maqām paidā kar 
nayā zamāna na.e sub.h o shaam paidā kar 

ḳhudā agar dil-e-fitrat-shanās de tujh ko 
sukūt-e-lāla-o-gul se kalām paidā kar 

uThā na shīshagarān-e-farañg ke ehsāñ 
sifāl-e-hind se miinā o jaam paidā kar 

maiñ shāḳh-e-tāk huuñ merī ġhazal hai merā samar 
mire samar se mai-e-lāla-fām paidā kar 

mirā tarīq amīrī nahīñ faqīrī hai 
ḳhudī na bech ġharībī meñ naam paidā kar 

Translation in English - Dayaar-e-Ishq Main by Shivpreet Singh

In love’s dominion, carve your crest;
invent a dawn, a dusk—then the rest.

If God has given a heart tuned to nature,
pluck speech from the hush of tulip and rose.

You owe no favors to Western ateliers;
from Hind’s own soil, pour cup—and wine.

My ghazal is the distillate of my veins;
from this distill, draw the tonic of yours.

My road is not to pursue wealth but to leave it;
do not sell the self—win a name in a storm.

Alternative Translation by Maahwish Mirza


Create a place for thyself in the world of love;
Create a new age, new days, and new nights.

If God grant thee an eye for nature’s beauty,
Converse with the silence of flowers; respond to their love.

Do not be beholden to the West’s artisans,
Seek thy sustenance in what thy land affords.

My ghazal is the essence of my life-blood,
Create thy elixir of life out ‘of this essence.

My way of life is poverty, not the pursuit of wealth;
Barter not thy Selfhood; win a name in adversity.


Lyrics in Hindi - दयार-ए-इश्क़ 


दयार-ए-इश्क़ में अपना मक़ाम पैदा कर 
नया ज़माना नए सुब्ह ओ शाम पैदा कर 

ख़ुदा अगर दिल-ए-फ़ितरत-शनास दे तुझ को 
सुकूत-ए-लाला-ओ-गुल से कलाम पैदा कर 

उठा न शीशागरान-ए-फ़रंग के एहसाँ 
सिफ़ाल-ए-हिन्द से मीना ओ जाम पैदा कर 

मैं शाख़-ए-ताक हूँ मेरी ग़ज़ल है मेरा समर 
मिरे समर से मय-ए-लाला-फ़ाम पैदा कर 

मिरा तरीक़ अमीरी नहीं फ़क़ीरी है 
ख़ुदी न बेच ग़रीबी में नाम पैदा कर 

Rahat Fateh Ali Khan Performance and Translation: 


Performance by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan


Tera Johar He Noori, Paak Hai Tu
Farogh-e-Deeda-e-Aflaak Hai Tu
Tere Saidhe Zaboo Aa-Farishta-o-hoor
Kay Shaheen-e-Shahe Lo-Laak Hai Tu
The crux of your creation is Noor (light), You are pure
Heavenly eyes want to see your progress
Angels and Beautiful Maidens are for you
You are an Eagle of God’s Beloved (Shah) the owner of lo-laak (realm where no one can go)
 
Hakimi Nay Musalmani Khudi Ki
Kalimi Ramz-e-Pinhani Khudi Ki
Tujhe Gur Fakr-o-Shahi Ka Bata Doon
Ghareebi Mein Nigehbani Khudhi Ki
 
Wisdom is when Khudi reaches climax and becomes Muslim
Hidden secret to Khudi is when one can start talking with God
Let me tell you the secret of poverty and richness
In poverty you be guardian of Khudi
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker

 
Set your own standard in the realm of love!
(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)
 
Zindagani Hai Sadaf Qatra-e-Nesa Hai Khudhi
Woh Sadaf Kya Ke Jo Qatre Ko Gohar Ker Na Sakay
 
Life is like an Oyster Seashell, Khudi is a droplet of irritant
What’s the worth of an Oyster Seashell? If it cant create a Pearl from an irritant
(Foreign irritants stimulates nacre production within Oyster Seashell to create a Pearl)
 
Ho Agar Khudnegaro, Khudgaro, Khudgeer Khudi
Yeh Bhi Mumkin Hai Ke Tu Mout Se Bhi Mar Na Sakay
 
If Khudi is under these qualities “Self vigilance”, “Self molding”, “Self Critical”
Then Its possible that even death cant kill you
 
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
 
Set your own standard in the realm of love!
(Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;)
 
Khudi Ki Jalwatoon Mein Mustafai
Khudi Ki Khalwatoon Mein Kibriai
Zameeno Asmano Arsh-o-Kursi
Khudi Ki Zud Mein He Saari Khudai
 
When Khudi is apparent then its Prophet-hood
When Khudi is hidden then its Divine
Earth, Skies, Heaven and Throne
Way to God is in the grip of Khudi
 
Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Look!…Set your own standard
 
 
Tere Seene Mein Daam He, Dil Nahi Hai
Tera Daam Garmian Mehfil Nahin Hai
Guzar Ja Aqal Se Agay, Ke Yeh Noor
Charagh-e-Raah He Hai, Manzil Nahin Hai
 
In your chest is heartbeat, but no passion no emotions
Your heartbeat is not capable to stir up or warm-up the congregation
Go beyond the realm of logic, that this light (Noor)
Is a light to a path, but its not final destination
 
 
Deikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Look!…Set your own standard
 
 
Phir Charagh-e-Lala Se Roshan Hoay Koh-o-Daman
Mujh Ko Phir Naghmon Pe Uqsanay Laga Murgh-e-Chaman
Apne Mun Mein Doob Ker Baja Suragh-e-Zindagi
Tu Agar Mera Nahi Banta Na Bun… Apna To Bun
 
Then, Tulips Blossoming have brought life to Mountains and Valleys
Seeing this scenery and Birds singing; its tempting me to sing as well
Dive within yourself and find the secret of life
If you dislike following me, then don’t! but at least listen to your own self
 
 
Mun Ki Dunya Mun Ki Dunya Sooz-o-Masti Jazb-o-Shouq
Tan Ki Dunya Tun Ki Dunya Sood-o-Sauda Makr-o-Fun
Mun Ki Doulat Haath Aati Hai To Phir Jaati Nahi
Tan Ki Daulat Chaaon Hai Aata Hai Dhan Jata Hai Dhan
 
Inward world is feelings-emotions, and passion-interests
Outward world is bargain-dealings, and deception-art
When one attains inward wealth then one never looses it
Outward wealth is like a shadow, Money comes and goes
 
Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Paya Mein Ne Afrangi Ka Raaj
Mun Ki Dunya Mein Na Dekhe Mein Ne Shaikh-o-Brahman
Paani Paani Ker Gayi Mujh Ko Qalandar Ki Yeh Baat
Tu Jhuka Jab Ghair Ke Agay Na Mun Tera Na Tan
 
In inward world I don’t find the throne of Britishers
In inward world I didn’t find Sheikhs nor Brahmins
This message of saint made me humble and brought humility
When you protest in front of others you lose both inner and outer world
 
 
Abb to, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
At least Now!…Set your own standard
 
Nahin Tera Nashemen Qasr-e-sultani Ke Gumbat Per
Tu Shaheen He Basera Ker Paharon Ki Chatano Mein
 
Your abode is not on the domes and palaces of sultans
You are an Eagle, traverse and dwell through the heights of mountains
(You were not made to take things lightly and relax, you were made to face challenges head-on and overcome them)
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
 
Khudi Mein Gum He Khudai, Talaash Ker Ghafil
Yehi He Tere Leyee Abb Salah-e-Kaar Ki Raah
Hadith-e-Dil Kisi Darwaish Bay-Qaleem Se Pooch
Khuda Kere Tujhe Tere Maqam Se Agah
 
Path to God is hidden in Khudi, Find it! Oh the one who has neglected
This is now the way of your salvation and reawakening
Ask the one who has achieved contentment about situation of his heart
I pray that God makes you aware of your true status
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
Nigah-e-Fakr Mein Shaan-e-Sikandri Kya Hai
Khiraj Ki Jo Gadda Ho Woh Qaisri Kya Hai
Buttoan Se Tujh Ko Umeedain Khuda Se Na Umeedi
Mujhe Bataa To Sahih Aur Kaafri Kya Hai
 
In the eyesight of Fakr (contentment) what is the glory of Alexander?
What is that Cesar? Who is begging and is in need of taxation from his subjects
You have tied your hopes with Idols, and from God you have no hope or expectations
Tell me!! what could be more infidelity/disbelief than this?
 
Faqat Nigah Se Hota He Faisla Dil Ka
Na Ho Nigah Mein Shokhi To Dill Barri Kya Hai
Kise Nahin He Tamana-e-Sarwari Laikin
Khudi Ki Moat Ho Jis Mein Woh Sarwari Kya Hai
 
Only! Just Through eyesight a decision of heart is made
But if eyesight doesn’t have sharpness then what is the value of power of attraction
Who doesn’t yearn for superiority, leadership, upper status? But
What is superiority, leadership, and upper status if it means that your Khudi is dead in the process?
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
Khudhi Ko Ker Buland Itna Ke Her Taqdeer Se Pehle
Khuda Bande Se Khud Pochay Bata Teri Raza Kya Hai
 
Raise your rank so high that before destiny is decided
God himself asks you “What is your Will?”
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
Galla To Ghoant Dia Ahl-e-Madrassa Ne Tera
Kahan Se Ayae Sadda La Ilah Ill Lallah
 
The inhabitants of madrassah have choked your throat
Now from where will come the voice of La Ilah Ill Lallah?
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
Her Shay Musaafi Her Cheez Raahi
Kya Chand Tare Kya Murgh-o-Maahi
 
Everything is traveling, on a journey; everything is bound to perish
What moon? What birds?
 
Kuch Qadar Apni Tu Ne Na jaani
Yeh Be-Sawaadi Yeh Kam Nigahi (should be besawadi, rahat sings besawami)
Peere-Haram Ko Daikha Hai Mein Ne
Qirdar Be-Soaz Guftar Wahi
 
Some of it is your fault; that you have not yet realized your value
This life void of spark and purpose, This lack of foresight and under sightedness
I have seen the guardian of Harem (referring to vast majority of Mullah and clergy)
In character there is no attraction, and speech is useless vain talk
 
Daikh…Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Look!….Set your own standard
 
 
Dil-e-Toor-e-Seena-o-Faaraan Do Neem
Tajali Ka Phir Muntazir He Qaleem
Musalmaan He Tawheed Mein Garam Joash
Magar Dil Abhi Taak He Zunaar Poash
 
Cut open is the heart of Sinai and Faran,
And Moses waits for a renewed appearance of God
Muslim passionately says that God is One!
But his heart is Still a heathen caught up in idol rituals:
 
 
Tamadun, Taswauf, Shariat, Kallam
Buttaan-e-Ajam ke poojari tamamm
Haqeeqat Khurafat Mein Kho Gayee
Yeh Ummat Rawaiat Mein Kho Gayee
 
In culture, mysticism, canon law, And dialectical theology
He worships idols of non-Arab make.
The truth has been lost in absurdities,
And in traditions is this ummah rooted still.
 
(The truth was lost in trifles, vain disputes
And the nation was lost in conventions and traditions)
 
Daikh, Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Look!….Set your own standard
 
Lubhata He Dil Ko Qalam-e-Khateeb
Magar Lazzat-e-Shoaq Se Be-Naseeb
Bayan Uss Ka Mantak Se Suljha Hooa
Lughat Ke Bakheron Mein Uljha Hooa
 
The speaker’s (Khateeb-Mullah) rhetoric is Enchanting,
But is devoid of passion
His speech is clothed in neat logic
But lost in a maze of words
 
Woh Sufi Ke Tha Khidmat-e-Haq Mein Mard
Muhbat me Yakta; Hamiat Mein Fard
 
The sufi, was unique in the love of truth,
Unique in the love of God, and in devotion
 
Ajam Ke Khialiat Mein Kho Gya
Yeh Saaliq Maqamat Mein Kho Gya
Bujhi Ishq Ki Aag Andhair Hai
Musalmaan Nahin Raakh Ka Dhair Hai
 
He got lost in foreign ideas
He was lost in the hierarchic ranks
The fire of love is extinguished
Muslim is no more he is a heap of ashes
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
 
Set your own standard
 
Shrab-e-Kohan Phir Pila Sa Kia
Wohi Jam Gardish Mein La Sa Kia
Mujhe Ishq Ke Pur Laga Ker Ura
Meri Khaq Jugnoo Bana Ker Ura
 
O Saqi (O God’s Beloved)! Give me the old wine again(Intoxication of Tawhid)!
Let the potent cup go round!
Let me soar on the wings of love
Make my dust bright and fly
 
Hari Shaakh Millat Tere Num Se Hay
Nafas Iss Badan Mein Tere Dam Se Hai
Tarapne Pharakne ki Taufeeq De
Dil-e-Murtaza Soaz-e-Siddiq de
 
You are the one that can provide nourishment to this nation
You are the one that can sustain it
Make them alive, restless, stir them shake them up
Give them Ali’s heart; give them Siddiq’s passion;
 
Jiggar Se Wohi Teer Phir Paar Ker
Tamana Ko Seeno Mein Bedaar Ker
Tere Asmanoo Ke Taroan Ki Khair
Zameeno ke Shab Zinda-Daron Ki khair
 
Let the same old love pierce their hearts;
Awaken in them a burning zeal, will, determination;
Let the stars throw down their spears,
And let the earth’s dwellers tremble
 
Jawanao Ko Soaz-e-Jigar Baksh De
Mera Ishq Meri Nazar Baksh De
 
Give the young a passion that consumes;
Give them my vision, my love of God;
 
Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Set your own standard
 
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam Paida Ker
 
Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;
Create a new age, new days and nights.
 
Khuda Agar Dil-e-Fitrat Shinaas De Tujhko
Sukoot-e-Laalaa-o-Gul Se Kalaam Paida Kar
Mein Shaakh Taak Hoon Meri Nazar He Mera Samar
Mere Samar Se Naye la-lafam Paida Ker
 
If God grants you a heart of nature that can understand nature (fitrah),
Create poetry(talking Kalaam) from the silence of Tulips and roses.
My ghazal is the essence of my life-blood,
Create thy elixir of life out ‘of this essence.
 
Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai
My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),
 
Na Momin He Na Momin Ki Ameeri
Raha Sufi Gayee Roshan Zameeri
Khuda Se Phir Wohi Qalb-o-Nazar Maang
Nahin Mumkin Ameeri Be Faqeeri
 
Neither there is a Muslim (Believer) nor his power/wealth remains;
The Sufi has outlived his radiant soul;
Ask God for the heart and soul of men of the past (righteous generations),
Become a fakir (contentment), first! to regain your lost power/wealth.
 
Mera Tareek Ameeri Nahi Faqeeri Hai
Khudi Na Baich Ghareebi Mein Naam Paida Kar
 
My ways are not wealth but poverty (contentment),
Do not sell selfhood, create honor in poverty.
 
(My way of life is poverty (contentment), not the pursuit of wealth)
(Barter not thy Selfhood; win a name in adversity)
 
Dyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqaam Paida Ker
Naya Zamana Nayae Subho Shaam paida ker
 
Create a place for thyself in the realm of love;
Create a new age, new days and nights.


-Allama Iqbal
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Vaar 1, 23

ਸੁਣੀ ਪੁਕਾਰ ਦਾਤਾਰ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਗੁਰ ਨਾਨਕ ਜਗ ਮਾਹਿੰ ਪਠਾਯਾ ॥
ਚਰਨ ਧੋਇ ਰਹਿਰਾਸ ਕਰ ਚਰਨਾਮ੍ਰਿਤ ਸਿੱਖਾਂ ਪੀਲਾਯਾ ॥
ਪਾਰਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਪੂਰਨ ਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਕਲਿਜੁਗ ਅੰਦਰ ਇਕ ਦਿਖਾਯਾ ॥
ਚਾਰੈ ਪੈਰ ਧਰੰਮ ਦੇ ਚਾਰ ਵਰਨ ਇਕ ਵਰਨ ਕਰਾਯਾ ॥
ਰਾਣਾ ਰੰਕ ਬਰਾਬਰੀ ਪੈਰੀਂ ਪਵਣਾ ਜਗ ਵਰਤਾਯਾ ॥
ਉਲਟਾ ਖੇਲ ਪਿਰੰਮ ਦਾ ਪੈਰਾਂ ਉਪਰ ਸੀਸ ਨਿਵਾਯਾ ॥
ਕਲਿਜੁਗ ਬਾਬੇ ਤਾਰਿਆ ਸੱਤਨਾਮ ਪੜ੍ਹ ਮੰਤ੍ਰ ਸੁਣਾਯਾ ॥
ਕਲਿ ਤਾਰਣ ਗੁਰ ਨਾਨਕ ਆਯਾ ॥23॥ 


Alternative Translation - 

ਸੁਣੀ ਪੁਕਾਰਿ ਦਾਤਾਰ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਗੁਰੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਜਗ ਮਾਹਿ ਪਠਾਇਆ
Sunee Pukaari Daatar Prabhu Guru Naanak Jag Maahi Pathhaaiaa
The benefactor Lord listened to the cries (of humanity) and sent Guru Nanak to this world.

ਚਰਨ ਧੋਇ ਰਹਰਾਸਿ ਕਰਿ ਚਰਣਾਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਸਿਖਾਂ ਪੀਲਾਇਆ 
Charan Dhoi Raharaasi Kari Charanamritu Sikhaan Peelaaiaa 
He washed His feet, eulogised God and got his Disciples drink the ambrosia of his feet. 

ਪਾਰਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਪੂਰਨ ਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਕਲਿਜੁਗ ਅੰਦਰਿ ਇਕ ਦਿਖਾਇਆ
Paarabrahamu Pooran Brahamu Kalijugi Andari Iku Dikhaaiaa 
He preached in this darkage (kaliyug) that, saragun (Brahm) and nirgun (Parbrahm) are the same and identical. 

ਚਾਰੇ ਪੈਰ ਧਰਮ ਦੇ ਚਾਰਿ ਵਰਨ ਇਕ ਵਰਨੁ ਕਰਾਇਆ
Chaaray Pair Dharam Day Chaari Varani Iku Varanu Karaaiaa
Dharma was now established on its four feet and all the four castes (through fraternal feeling) were converted into one caste (of humanity). 

ਰਾਣਾ ਰੰਕ ਬਰਾਬਰੀ ਪੈਰੀ ਪਵਣਾ ਜਗਿ ਵਰਤਾਇਆ
Raanaa Ranku Baraabaree Pairee Paavanaa Jagi Varataaiaa
Equating the poor with the prince, he spread the etiquette of humbly touching the feet. 

ਉਲਟਾ ਖੇਲੁ ਪਿਰੰਮ ਦਾ ਪੈਰਾ ਉਪਰਿ ਸੀਸੁ ਨਿਵਾਇਆ
Ulataa Khaylu Piranm Daa Pairaa Upari Seesu Nivaaiaa
Inverse is the game of the beloved; he got the egotist high heads bowed to feet. 

ਕਲਿਜੁਗ ਬਾਬੇ ਤਾਰਿਆ ਸਤਿਨਾਮੁ ਪੜ੍ਹਿ ਮੰਤ੍ਰ ਸੁਣਾਇਆ
Kalijugu Baabay Taariaa Satinaamu Parhhi Mantr Sunaaiaa
Baba Nanak rescued this dark age (kaliyug) and recited ‘satinam’ mantr for one and all. 

ਕਲਿ ਤਾਰਣ ਗੁਰੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਆਇਆ ॥੨੩॥ 
Kali Taarani Guru Naanaku Aaiaa ||23 || 
Guru Nanak came to redeem the kaliyug.
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