Let me hide in You
From everything
that distracts me from You,
From everything that comes in my way
When I want to run to You.
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The real work is in the Heart:
Wake up your Heart!
Because when the Heart is completely awake,
Then it needs no Friend.
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I have two ways of loving You:
A selfish one
And another way that is worthy of You.
In my selfish love,
I remember You and You alone.
In that other love, You lift the veil
And let me feast my eyes on
Your Living Face.
That I remember You always,
or that I see You face-to-face--
No credit to me in either:
The credit is to You in both.
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May God steal from you
All that steals you from Him.
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O God!
If I adore You out of fear of Hell,
burn me in Hell!
If I adore You out of desire for Paradise,
Lock me out of Paradise.
But if I adore You for Yourself alone,
Do not deny to me Your eternal beauty
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O God,
You know that the only thing
I want in this life
Is to be obedient to Your command.
Even the living sight of my eyes
Is service at your court.
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My Joy
My Hunger
My Shelter
My Friend
My Food for the Journey
My Journey's End
You are my breath,
My hope,
My companion,
My craving,
My abundant wealth.
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The one who explains, lies.
How can you describe
the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
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I look everywhere for your love--
Then suddenly I am filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart,
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast...
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I swear that ever since the first day
You brought me back to life,
The day You became my Friend,
I have not slept --
And even if You drive me from your door,
I swear again that we will never be separated--
Because You are alive in my heart.
Source: http://www.fen.bilkent.edu.tr/~gunes/rabia2.htm
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Rumi...
The Song of the Reed
Listen to the song of the reed,
How it wails with the pain of separation:
“Ever since I was taken from my reed bed
My woeful song has caused men and women to weep.
I seek out those whose hearts are torn by separation
For only they understand the pain of this longing.
Whoever is taken away from his homeland
Yearns for the day he will return.
In every gathering, among those who are happy or sad,
I cry with the same lament.
Everyone hears according to his own understanding,
None has searched for the secrets within me.
My secret is found in my lament
But an eye or ear without light cannot know it . . .”
The sound of the reed comes from fire, not wind
What use is one’s life without this fire?
It is the fire of love that brings music to the reed.
It is the ferment of love that gives taste to the wine.
The song of the reed soothes the pain of lost love.
Its melody sweeps the veils from the heart.
Can there be a poison so bitter or a sugar so sweet
As the song of the reed?
To hear the song of the reed
everything you have ever known must be left behind.
– Version by Jonathan Star
“Rumi – In the Arms of the Beloved”
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Listen
as this reed
pipes its plaint
unfolds its tale
of separations:
Cut from my reedy bed
my crying
ever since
makes men and women
weep
I like to keep my breast
carved with loss
to convey
the pain of longing —
Once severed
from the root
thirst for union
with the source
endures
I raise my plaint
in any kind of crowd
in front of both
the blessed and the bad
For what they think they hear me say, they love me –
None gaze in me my secrets to discern
My secret is not separate from my cry
But ears and eyes lack light to see it.
Not soul from flesh
nor flesh from soul are veiled
yet none is granted leave to see the soul.
Fire, not breath, makes music through that pipe –
Let all who lack that fire be blown away.
It is love’s fire that inspires the reed
It’s love’s ferment that bubbles in the wine
The reed, soother to all sundered lovers –
its piercing modes reveal our hidden pain:
(What’s like the reed, both poison and physic,
Soothing as it pines and yearns away?)
The reed tells the tale of a blood-stained quest
singing legends of love’s mad obsessions
Only the swooning know such awareness
only the ear can comprehend the tongue
In our sadness time slides listlessly by
the days searing inside us as they pass.
But so what if the days may slip away?
so long as you, Uniquely Pure, abide.
Within this sea drown all who drink but fish
If lived by bread alone, the day seems long
No raw soul ever kens the cooked one’s state
So let talk of it be brief; go in piece.
Break off your chains
My son, be free!
How long enslaved
by silver, gold?
Pour the ocean
in a pitcher,
can it hold more
than one day’s store?
The jug, like a greedy eye,
never gets its fill
only the contented oyster holds the pearl
The one run ragged by love and haggard
gets purged of all his faults and greeds
Welcome, Love!
sweet salutary suffering
and healer of our maladies!
cure of our pride
of our conceits,
our Plato,
Our Galen!
By Love
our earthly flesh
borne to heaven
our mountains
made supple
moved to dance
Love moved Mount Sinai, my love,
and it made Moses swoon. [K7:143]
Let me touch those harmonious lips
and I, reed-like, will tell what may be told
A man may know a myriad of songs
but cut from those who know his tongue, he’s dumb.
Once the rose wilts and the garden fades
the nightingale will no more sing his tune.
The Beloved is everything — the lover, a veil
The Beloved’s alive — the lover carrion.
Unsuccored by love, the poor lover is
a plucked bird
Without the Beloved’s
surrounding illumination
how perceive what’s ahead
and what’s gone by?
Love commands these words appear
if no mirror reflects them
in whom lies the fault?
The dross obscures your face
and makes your mirror
unable to reflect
– Mathnawi I: 1 – 34
Translation by Professor Franklin D. Lewis
“Rumi — Past and Present, East and West”
Oneworld, Oxford, 2000
Listen to the song of the reed,
How it wails with the pain of separation:
“Ever since I was taken from my reed bed
My woeful song has caused men and women to weep.
I seek out those whose hearts are torn by separation
For only they understand the pain of this longing.
Whoever is taken away from his homeland
Yearns for the day he will return.
In every gathering, among those who are happy or sad,
I cry with the same lament.
Everyone hears according to his own understanding,
None has searched for the secrets within me.
My secret is found in my lament
But an eye or ear without light cannot know it . . .”
The sound of the reed comes from fire, not wind
What use is one’s life without this fire?
It is the fire of love that brings music to the reed.
It is the ferment of love that gives taste to the wine.
The song of the reed soothes the pain of lost love.
Its melody sweeps the veils from the heart.
Can there be a poison so bitter or a sugar so sweet
As the song of the reed?
To hear the song of the reed
everything you have ever known must be left behind.
– Version by Jonathan Star
“Rumi – In the Arms of the Beloved”
Jeremy P. Tarcher/Putnam, New York 1997
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Listen
as this reed
pipes its plaint
unfolds its tale
of separations:
Cut from my reedy bed
my crying
ever since
makes men and women
weep
I like to keep my breast
carved with loss
to convey
the pain of longing —
Once severed
from the root
thirst for union
with the source
endures
I raise my plaint
in any kind of crowd
in front of both
the blessed and the bad
For what they think they hear me say, they love me –
None gaze in me my secrets to discern
My secret is not separate from my cry
But ears and eyes lack light to see it.
Not soul from flesh
nor flesh from soul are veiled
yet none is granted leave to see the soul.
Fire, not breath, makes music through that pipe –
Let all who lack that fire be blown away.
It is love’s fire that inspires the reed
It’s love’s ferment that bubbles in the wine
The reed, soother to all sundered lovers –
its piercing modes reveal our hidden pain:
(What’s like the reed, both poison and physic,
Soothing as it pines and yearns away?)
The reed tells the tale of a blood-stained quest
singing legends of love’s mad obsessions
Only the swooning know such awareness
only the ear can comprehend the tongue
In our sadness time slides listlessly by
the days searing inside us as they pass.
But so what if the days may slip away?
so long as you, Uniquely Pure, abide.
Within this sea drown all who drink but fish
If lived by bread alone, the day seems long
No raw soul ever kens the cooked one’s state
So let talk of it be brief; go in piece.
Break off your chains
My son, be free!
How long enslaved
by silver, gold?
Pour the ocean
in a pitcher,
can it hold more
than one day’s store?
The jug, like a greedy eye,
never gets its fill
only the contented oyster holds the pearl
The one run ragged by love and haggard
gets purged of all his faults and greeds
Welcome, Love!
sweet salutary suffering
and healer of our maladies!
cure of our pride
of our conceits,
our Plato,
Our Galen!
By Love
our earthly flesh
borne to heaven
our mountains
made supple
moved to dance
Love moved Mount Sinai, my love,
and it made Moses swoon. [K7:143]
Let me touch those harmonious lips
and I, reed-like, will tell what may be told
A man may know a myriad of songs
but cut from those who know his tongue, he’s dumb.
Once the rose wilts and the garden fades
the nightingale will no more sing his tune.
The Beloved is everything — the lover, a veil
The Beloved’s alive — the lover carrion.
Unsuccored by love, the poor lover is
a plucked bird
Without the Beloved’s
surrounding illumination
how perceive what’s ahead
and what’s gone by?
Love commands these words appear
if no mirror reflects them
in whom lies the fault?
The dross obscures your face
and makes your mirror
unable to reflect
– Mathnawi I: 1 – 34
Translation by Professor Franklin D. Lewis
“Rumi — Past and Present, East and West”
Oneworld, Oxford, 2000
Word of the day...
supercalifragilisticexpialadocious
Something quite atrocious; Exuberant; joyful; too much for words; "AHH!"; exciting.
Ahhhhh supercalifragilisticexpialadocious dude!
Something quite atrocious; Exuberant; joyful; too much for words; "AHH!"; exciting.
Ahhhhh supercalifragilisticexpialadocious dude!
Quote of the day...
'It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection'
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Fayyaz Hashmi's Ghazal
hamein koi gham nahin tha, gham-e-aashiqii se pehle
na thi dushmanii kisii se, teri dosti se pehle
hai ye meri bad-naseebii, tera kya kusoor is mein
tere gham ne maar daala, mujhe zindagi se pehle
mera pyaar jal raha hai, are chaand aaj chhup jaa
kabhi pyaar tha hamein bhi, teri chaandni se pehle
mai kabhi na muskuraata, jo mujhe ye ilm hotaa
ke hazaar gham milenge mujhe ik khushii se pehle
ye ajeeb imtihaan hai ki tumhiin ko bhuulna hai
mile kab the is tarah ham tumhein be-dilii se pehle
na thi dushmanii kisii se, teri dosti se pehle
hai ye meri bad-naseebii, tera kya kusoor is mein
tere gham ne maar daala, mujhe zindagi se pehle
mera pyaar jal raha hai, are chaand aaj chhup jaa
kabhi pyaar tha hamein bhi, teri chaandni se pehle
mai kabhi na muskuraata, jo mujhe ye ilm hotaa
ke hazaar gham milenge mujhe ik khushii se pehle
ye ajeeb imtihaan hai ki tumhiin ko bhuulna hai
mile kab the is tarah ham tumhein be-dilii se pehle
Monday, 28 June 2010
Bulleh Shah...
The soil is in ferment, O friend
The soil is in ferment, O friend
Behold the diversity.
The soil is the horse, so is the rider
The soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soil
The soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil.
That soil with more on it, is arrogance
The soil is the garden so is its beauty
The soil admires the soil in all its wondrous forms
After the circle of life is done it returns to the soil
Answer the riddle O Bulleh, and take this burden off my head."
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Love springs eternal!
When I learnt the lesson of Love
I dreaded going to the mosque.
Hesitantly, I found a temple
Where they beat a thousand drums.
Love springs eternal! Come!
I am tired of reading holy books,
Fed up with prostrations good.
God is not in Mathura or Mecca.
He who finds Him is enlightened!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Burn the prayer mat, break the beaker!
Quit the rosary, chuck the staff!
Lovers shout at the top of their voices:
Break all rules that tie you down!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Heer and Ranjha are united:
While she searches for him in orchards,
He is in her warm embrace!
She has her love, she is fulfilled!
Love springs eternal! Come!
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Neither Hindu nor Muslim, Sacrificing pride, let us sit together. Neither Sunni nor Shia, Let us walk the road of peace. We are neither hungry nor replete, Neither naked nor covered up. Neither weeping nor laughing, Neither ruined nor settled, We are not sinners or pure and virtuous, What is sin and what is virtue, this I do not know. Says Bulhe Shah, one who attaches his self with the lord.
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One point contains all;
Learn about the One, forget the rest.
Forget hell and the terrible grave;
Leave the ways of sin and purify
Your heart.
That's how the argument is spun:
It's all contained in One!
Why rub your head against the earth?
What point in your vain prostration?
Your Kalimah read, makes others laugh.
You do not grasp the Lord's word!
Somewhere the truth is written down:
It's all contained in One!
Some go to the jungle in vain
And starve and cause themselves some pain;
They waste their time with all this
And come home tired, nothing gained!
Find your master and become God's slave.
In this way you'll be free of care;
Free of desire, free of worry,
And your heart truthful, pure.
Bulleh has discovered this truth alone:
It's all contained in One!
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I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
The fire of separation is unceasing !
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
O Bullah, I am in dire trouble !
Let someone come to help me out.
How shall I endure such torture ?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
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Chal Way Bullehya Chal O’thay Chaliyay
Jithay Saaray Annay
Na Koi Saadee Zaat PichHanay
Tay Na Koi Saanu Mannay
***
O’ Bulleh Shah let’s go there
Where everyone is blind
Where no one recognizes our caste (or race, or family name)
And where no one believes in us
***
Ab to jaag Musaffir pyare
Raeen gayi latke taare
Kar le aj karni da weera
Mod na ho si aawen tera
***
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
Do what you have to do, do it today.
You will never be back this way.
Your companions are calling.
Let us go.
***
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
A pearl, a ruby, the touchstone and dice
With all that you thirst by the waterside.
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
Source: http://www.razarumi.com/?s=bulleh+shah
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There is only one thread of all cotton.
The warp, the woof, the quill of the weaver's shuttle,
The shuttle, the texture of cloths, the cotton shoes and hanks of yarn,
All are known by their respective names,
And they all belong to their respective places
But there is only one thread of yarn.
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Remove duality and do away with all disputes;
The Hindus and Muslims are not other than He.
Deem everyone virtuous, there are no thieves.
For, within every body He himself resides.
How the Trickster has put on a mask!
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You have learnt so much
And read a thousand books.
Have you ever read your Self?
You have gone to mosque and temple.
Have you ever visited your soul?
You are busy fighting Satan.
Have you ever fought your
Ill intentions?
You have reached into the skies,
But you have failed to reach
What's in your heart!
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You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
You alone exist, I do not!
Like the shadow of a house in ruins,
I revolve in my own mind.
If I speak, you speak with me:
If I am silent, you are in my mind.
If I sleep, you sleep with me:
If I walk, you are along my path.
Oh Bulleh, the spouse has come to my house:
My life is a sacrifice unto Him.
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
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He said, "Let there be," and it happened.
He made the latent turn into the manifest,
Out of the formless He created the form.
What a wondrous game He played!
What a carefree game He plays!
When He disclosed the hidden secret,
He lifted the veil from over His face.
Why does He now hide from me?
The Real permeates everyone.
What a carefree game He plays!
He said, "We have honored mankind;
None has been created like you;
You are the crown of all creation."
What a proclamation with the beat of drum!
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself indulges in these carefree acts;
He himself feels frightened of himself;
He has taken abode in every house;
And the people keep wandering in delusion.
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself aroused longing to become mad in love.
He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart.
Himself He wept, himself consoled himself.
0, what a game of love He plays!
What a carefree game He plays!
Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved.
Here logic and reason have no part to play.
Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved.
Why does He create separation now?
What a carefree game He plays!
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BULHE NU SAMJHAWAN AAINAN BHAINAN TE BHARJAIAN
MAN NE BULHYA SADA KAHNA CHAD DE PALLA RAIAAN
AAL-E NABI AULAD-E NABI NUN TOON KION LEEKAN LAINAN
JEHRA SANOON SYED SADDE DOZAKH MILAN SAZAIAAN
JO KOI SANOON RAEEN AAKHE BHISHTEEN PEENGAN PAIAAN
RAEEN SAEEN SABHI THAEEN RAB DIAN BE PARWAAIAN
SOHNIAN PARE HATAIAN NE TE KOJHIAN LE GAL LAAIAN
JE TU LOREEN BAAGH BAHAARAN CHAKAR HO JA RAEEAN
BULHE SHAH DI ZAAT KI PUCHNA-EN SHAKAR HO RAZAAIAN
To counsel Bulleh, his sisters and sisters in law have come
Pay heed to us and give up mixing with the low caste Araeen
You are a scion of Ali,the Prophet, why must you shame our fair clime.
Those who call me Syed, are destined to hell made for them
Those who call me Araeen, have the swings in heaven laid for them
The low caste and the high caste, are created by God who cares not for family
He regards the beautiful and cherishes the not so comely.
If you wish to enjoy the glory of the Garden, go and serve the Araeen
Why bother about Bulleh’s caste? Obey the command that comes from Saeen
(Translation by K S Duggel)
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Another poem berates the classes and hierarchies that divide people:
Let us go O Bullah
let us go then you and I
to the kingdom of the blind;
where none debates our caste or creed
none respect us thus.
This transient world
is neither thine nor mine;
all is finite
why then this quarrel
this contest
for all is ephemeral there in.
Mullah and the torch bearer
are both alike,
professing to light the path for others
themselves dwell in darkness.
(from ˜Kalaam Bulleh Shah" printed by Pakistan International Printers, Lahore )
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The soil is in ferment, O friend
Behold the diversity.
The soil is the horse, so is the rider
The soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soil
The soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil.
That soil with more on it, is arrogance
The soil is the garden so is its beauty
The soil admires the soil in all its wondrous forms
After the circle of life is done it returns to the soil
Answer the riddle O Bulleh, and take this burden off my head."
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Love springs eternal!
When I learnt the lesson of Love
I dreaded going to the mosque.
Hesitantly, I found a temple
Where they beat a thousand drums.
Love springs eternal! Come!
I am tired of reading holy books,
Fed up with prostrations good.
God is not in Mathura or Mecca.
He who finds Him is enlightened!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Burn the prayer mat, break the beaker!
Quit the rosary, chuck the staff!
Lovers shout at the top of their voices:
Break all rules that tie you down!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Heer and Ranjha are united:
While she searches for him in orchards,
He is in her warm embrace!
She has her love, she is fulfilled!
Love springs eternal! Come!
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Neither Hindu nor Muslim, Sacrificing pride, let us sit together. Neither Sunni nor Shia, Let us walk the road of peace. We are neither hungry nor replete, Neither naked nor covered up. Neither weeping nor laughing, Neither ruined nor settled, We are not sinners or pure and virtuous, What is sin and what is virtue, this I do not know. Says Bulhe Shah, one who attaches his self with the lord.
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One point contains all;
Learn about the One, forget the rest.
Forget hell and the terrible grave;
Leave the ways of sin and purify
Your heart.
That's how the argument is spun:
It's all contained in One!
Why rub your head against the earth?
What point in your vain prostration?
Your Kalimah read, makes others laugh.
You do not grasp the Lord's word!
Somewhere the truth is written down:
It's all contained in One!
Some go to the jungle in vain
And starve and cause themselves some pain;
They waste their time with all this
And come home tired, nothing gained!
Find your master and become God's slave.
In this way you'll be free of care;
Free of desire, free of worry,
And your heart truthful, pure.
Bulleh has discovered this truth alone:
It's all contained in One!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
The fire of separation is unceasing !
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love, what shall I do ?
O Bullah, I am in dire trouble !
Let someone come to help me out.
How shall I endure such torture ?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
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Chal Way Bullehya Chal O’thay Chaliyay
Jithay Saaray Annay
Na Koi Saadee Zaat PichHanay
Tay Na Koi Saanu Mannay
***
O’ Bulleh Shah let’s go there
Where everyone is blind
Where no one recognizes our caste (or race, or family name)
And where no one believes in us
***
Ab to jaag Musaffir pyare
Raeen gayi latke taare
Kar le aj karni da weera
Mod na ho si aawen tera
***
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
Do what you have to do, do it today.
You will never be back this way.
Your companions are calling.
Let us go.
***
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
A pearl, a ruby, the touchstone and dice
With all that you thirst by the waterside.
Awake, dear traveller, you’ve got to move on.
Trailing its stars, the night is gone.
Source: http://www.razarumi.com/?s=bulleh+shah
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There is only one thread of all cotton.
The warp, the woof, the quill of the weaver's shuttle,
The shuttle, the texture of cloths, the cotton shoes and hanks of yarn,
All are known by their respective names,
And they all belong to their respective places
But there is only one thread of yarn.
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Remove duality and do away with all disputes;
The Hindus and Muslims are not other than He.
Deem everyone virtuous, there are no thieves.
For, within every body He himself resides.
How the Trickster has put on a mask!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You have learnt so much
And read a thousand books.
Have you ever read your Self?
You have gone to mosque and temple.
Have you ever visited your soul?
You are busy fighting Satan.
Have you ever fought your
Ill intentions?
You have reached into the skies,
But you have failed to reach
What's in your heart!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
You alone exist, I do not!
Like the shadow of a house in ruins,
I revolve in my own mind.
If I speak, you speak with me:
If I am silent, you are in my mind.
If I sleep, you sleep with me:
If I walk, you are along my path.
Oh Bulleh, the spouse has come to my house:
My life is a sacrifice unto Him.
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He said, "Let there be," and it happened.
He made the latent turn into the manifest,
Out of the formless He created the form.
What a wondrous game He played!
What a carefree game He plays!
When He disclosed the hidden secret,
He lifted the veil from over His face.
Why does He now hide from me?
The Real permeates everyone.
What a carefree game He plays!
He said, "We have honored mankind;
None has been created like you;
You are the crown of all creation."
What a proclamation with the beat of drum!
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself indulges in these carefree acts;
He himself feels frightened of himself;
He has taken abode in every house;
And the people keep wandering in delusion.
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself aroused longing to become mad in love.
He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart.
Himself He wept, himself consoled himself.
0, what a game of love He plays!
What a carefree game He plays!
Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved.
Here logic and reason have no part to play.
Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved.
Why does He create separation now?
What a carefree game He plays!
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BULHE NU SAMJHAWAN AAINAN BHAINAN TE BHARJAIAN
MAN NE BULHYA SADA KAHNA CHAD DE PALLA RAIAAN
AAL-E NABI AULAD-E NABI NUN TOON KION LEEKAN LAINAN
JEHRA SANOON SYED SADDE DOZAKH MILAN SAZAIAAN
JO KOI SANOON RAEEN AAKHE BHISHTEEN PEENGAN PAIAAN
RAEEN SAEEN SABHI THAEEN RAB DIAN BE PARWAAIAN
SOHNIAN PARE HATAIAN NE TE KOJHIAN LE GAL LAAIAN
JE TU LOREEN BAAGH BAHAARAN CHAKAR HO JA RAEEAN
BULHE SHAH DI ZAAT KI PUCHNA-EN SHAKAR HO RAZAAIAN
To counsel Bulleh, his sisters and sisters in law have come
Pay heed to us and give up mixing with the low caste Araeen
You are a scion of Ali,the Prophet, why must you shame our fair clime.
Those who call me Syed, are destined to hell made for them
Those who call me Araeen, have the swings in heaven laid for them
The low caste and the high caste, are created by God who cares not for family
He regards the beautiful and cherishes the not so comely.
If you wish to enjoy the glory of the Garden, go and serve the Araeen
Why bother about Bulleh’s caste? Obey the command that comes from Saeen
(Translation by K S Duggel)
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Another poem berates the classes and hierarchies that divide people:
Let us go O Bullah
let us go then you and I
to the kingdom of the blind;
where none debates our caste or creed
none respect us thus.
This transient world
is neither thine nor mine;
all is finite
why then this quarrel
this contest
for all is ephemeral there in.
Mullah and the torch bearer
are both alike,
professing to light the path for others
themselves dwell in darkness.
(from ˜Kalaam Bulleh Shah" printed by Pakistan International Printers, Lahore )
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Sunday, 27 June 2010
Saturday, 26 June 2010
Friday, 25 June 2010
Quote of the day...
"This World Cup is exactly like the second world war, the Italians are useless, the French surrender early, the US join in the last minute, nobody realizes how good the Japanese are and England is left to deal with the Germans."
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Randomness....
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness from even the smallest, negligible of things. The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise man grows it from within him....
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Filial Piety: Father and Son (Eng subtitles)
How one generation loves and the next generation learns...
Will you be a cynic, or will you be a builder?
Editor's note: These remarks are from Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos commencement speech to Princeton's Class of 2010, delivered on May 30, 2010.
As a kid, I spent my summers with my grandparents on their ranch in Texas. I helped fix windmills, vaccinate cattle, and do other chores. We also watched soap operas every afternoon, especially "Days of our Lives." My grandparents belonged to a Caravan Club, a group of Airstream trailer owners who travel together around the U.S. and Canada. And every few summers, we'd join the caravan. We'd hitch up the Airstream trailer to my grandfather's car, and off we'd go, in a line with 300 other Airstream adventurers. I loved and worshipped my grandparents and I really looked forward to these trips. On one particular trip, I was about 10 years old. I was rolling around in the big bench seat in the back of the car. My grandfather was driving. And my grandmother had the passenger seat. She smoked throughout these trips, and I hated the smell.
At that age, I'd take any excuse to make estimates and do minor arithmetic. I'd calculate our gas mileage -- figure out useless statistics on things like grocery spending. I'd been hearing an ad campaign about smoking. I can't remember the details, but basically the ad said, every puff of a cigarette takes some number of minutes off of your life: I think it might have been two minutes per puff. At any rate, I decided to do the math for my grandmother. I estimated the number of cigarettes per days, estimated the number of puffs per cigarette and so on. When I was satisfied that I'd come up with a reasonable number, I poked my head into the front of the car, tapped my grandmother on the shoulder, and proudly proclaimed, "At two minutes per puff, you've taken nine years off your life!"
I have a vivid memory of what happened, and it was not what I expected. I expected to be applauded for my cleverness and arithmetic skills. "Jeff, you're so smart. You had to have made some tricky estimates, figure out the number of minutes in a year and do some division." That's not what happened. Instead, my grandmother burst into tears. I sat in the backseat and did not know what to do. While my grandmother sat crying, my grandfather, who had been driving in silence, pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway. He got out of the car and came around and opened my door and waited for me to follow. Was I in trouble? My grandfather was a highly intelligent, quiet man. He had never said a harsh word to me, and maybe this was to be the first time? Or maybe he would ask that I get back in the car and apologize to my grandmother. I had no experience in this realm with my grandparents and no way to gauge what the consequences might be. We stopped beside the trailer. My grandfather looked at me, and after a bit of silence, he gently and calmly said, "Jeff, one day you'll understand that it's harder to be kind than clever."
What I want to talk to you about today is the difference between gifts and choices. Cleverness is a gift, kindness is a choice. Gifts are easy -- they're given after all. Choices can be hard. You can seduce yourself with your gifts if you're not careful, and if you do, it'll probably be to the detriment of your choices.
This is a group with many gifts. I'm sure one of your gifts is the gift of a smart and capable brain. I'm confident that's the case because admission is competitive and if there weren't some signs that you're clever, the dean of admission wouldn't have let you in.
Your smarts will come in handy because you will travel in a land of marvels. We humans -- plodding as we are -- will astonish ourselves. We'll invent ways to generate clean energy and a lot of it. Atom by atom, we'll assemble tiny machines that will enter cell walls and make repairs. This month comes the extraordinary but also inevitable news that we've synthesized life. In the coming years, we'll not only synthesize it, but we'll engineer it to specifications. I believe you'll even see us understand the human brain. Jules Verne, Mark Twain, Galileo, Newton -- all the curious from the ages would have wanted to be alive most of all right now. As a civilization, we will have so many gifts, just as you as individuals have so many individual gifts as you sit before me.
How will you use these gifts? And will you take pride in your gifts or pride in your choices?
I got the idea to start Amazon 16 years ago. I came across the fact that Web usage was growing at 2,300 percent per year. I'd never seen or heard of anything that grew that fast, and the idea of building an online bookstore with millions of titles -- something that simply couldn't exist in the physical world -- was very exciting to me. I had just turned 30 years old, and I'd been married for a year. I told my wife MacKenzie that I wanted to quit my job and go do this crazy thing that probably wouldn't work since most startups don't, and I wasn't sure what would happen after that. MacKenzie (also a Princeton grad and sitting here in the second row) told me I should go for it. As a young boy, I'd been a garage inventor. I'd invented an automatic gate closer out of cement-filled tires, a solar cooker that didn't work very well out of an umbrella and tinfoil, baking-pan alarms to entrap my siblings. I'd always wanted to be an inventor, and she wanted me to follow my passion.
I was working at a financial firm in New York City with a bunch of very smart people, and I had a brilliant boss that I much admired. I went to my boss and told him I wanted to start a company selling books on the Internet. He took me on a long walk in Central Park, listened carefully to me, and finally said, "That sounds like a really good idea, but it would be an even better idea for someone who didn't already have a good job." That logic made some sense to me, and he convinced me to think about it for 48 hours before making a final decision. Seen in that light, it really was a difficult choice, but ultimately, I decided I had to give it a shot. I didn't think I'd regret trying and failing. And I suspected I would always be haunted by a decision to not try at all. After much consideration, I took the less safe path to follow my passion, and I'm proud of that choice.
Tomorrow, in a very real sense, your life -- the life you author from scratch on your own -- begins.
How will you use your gifts? What choices will you make?
Will inertia be your guide, or will you follow your passions?
Will you follow dogma, or will you be original?
Will you choose a life of ease, or a life of service and adventure?
Will you wilt under criticism, or will you follow your convictions?
Will you bluff it out when you're wrong, or will you apologize?
Will you guard your heart against rejection, or will you act when you fall in love?
Will you play it safe, or will you be a little bit swashbuckling?
When it's tough, will you give up, or will you be relentless?
Will you be a cynic, or will you be a builder?
Will you be clever at the expense of others, or will you be kind?
I will hazard a prediction. When you are 80 years old, and in a quiet moment of reflection narrating for only yourself the most personal version of your life story, the telling that will be most compact and meaningful will be the series of choices you have made. In the end, we are our choices. Build yourself a great story. Thank you and good luck!
New drama...Yaarian
Pakistani Urdu Drama Serial Yariyan by Geo Tv
Produced by: Babar Javed & Asif Raza Mir
Directed by: Babar Javed
Cast: Faisal Qureshi, Aijazz Aslam, Samiya Mumtaz, Asif Raza Mir, Sarwat Geelani, Jamal Khan, Rubina Ashraf, Nadia Hussain
Episode 1
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Produced by: Babar Javed & Asif Raza Mir
Directed by: Babar Javed
Cast: Faisal Qureshi, Aijazz Aslam, Samiya Mumtaz, Asif Raza Mir, Sarwat Geelani, Jamal Khan, Rubina Ashraf, Nadia Hussain
Episode 1
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Tuesday, 22 June 2010
Monday, 21 June 2010
Song of the day...be yourself by audioslave
In this era of herd mentality and wanna-be-ism, being yourself is ALL YOU CAN and SHOULD DO...no need to loose your individuality in the sea of conformity and uniformity....
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Daam...episode one and two plus a synopsis of the story
Zahra Hidayatullah and maliha sami have been close friends for over seven years. zahra belongs to a lower middle class family and maliha comes from an upper class household, yet their class differentiation has never threatened their unbreakable bond. maliha has been there for her friend through many hardships, though she never really knew the extent of the mental anguish that plagued zahra’s life. the first blow to their friendship comes when maliha’s elder brother junaid, shows his interest in marrying zahra. her parents have no objection to the union, but it comes as a real shock to maliha. somehow maliha is not able to fathom the thought that her best friend could marry her only brother. daam is the story of the price that she pays to her best friend to stop this marriage and how that price becomes a daam (trap) for all of them.
Written by : Umera Ahmed
Directed by: Mehreen Jabbar
Produced by:Hamyun Saeed & Abdullah Kadwani
Cast: Sanam Baloch, Aamina Sheikh, Adeel Hussain, Sanam Saeed, Faisal Shah, Nimra Bucha, Lubna Asim, Shahid Naqvi, Parveen Malik, Mohammad Ahmed, Mohammad Yasir, Behroz Sabzwari, Farah, Pari Hashmi, Ahmed Zeb
Episooe 1
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Written by : Umera Ahmed
Directed by: Mehreen Jabbar
Produced by:Hamyun Saeed & Abdullah Kadwani
Cast: Sanam Baloch, Aamina Sheikh, Adeel Hussain, Sanam Saeed, Faisal Shah, Nimra Bucha, Lubna Asim, Shahid Naqvi, Parveen Malik, Mohammad Ahmed, Mohammad Yasir, Behroz Sabzwari, Farah, Pari Hashmi, Ahmed Zeb
Episooe 1
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Saturday, 19 June 2010
sami yusuf.. Palestine forever palestine .. سامي يوسف يغني لفلسطين
Tell me why they're doing what was done to them
Don't they know that God is with the oppressed and needy
Perished were the nations that ruled through tyranny
Don't they know that God is with the oppressed and needy
Perished were the nations that ruled through tyranny
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Song of the night...
Amazing song...wonderful lyrics...perfection! The singer is the same dude who sung maula meray from the movie anwar (:
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Playing for change...
I should have born in the hippie era of the 60's and the 70's...sigh :(
From the award-winning documentary, "Playing For Change: Peace Through Music", comes an incredible rendition of the legendary Bob Marley song "One Love" with Keb' Mo' and Manu Chao. This is the third video from the documentary and a follow up to the classic "Stand By Me" and the incredible "Don't Worry." Released in celebration of Bob Marley's birthday on February 6th, this tribute to the legend is performed by musicians around the world adding their part to the song as it traveled the globe.
Stand by Me
One Love
Don't Worry
From the award-winning documentary, "Playing For Change: Peace Through Music", comes an incredible rendition of the legendary Bob Marley song "One Love" with Keb' Mo' and Manu Chao. This is the third video from the documentary and a follow up to the classic "Stand By Me" and the incredible "Don't Worry." Released in celebration of Bob Marley's birthday on February 6th, this tribute to the legend is performed by musicians around the world adding their part to the song as it traveled the globe.
Stand by Me
One Love
Don't Worry
Song of the day: Everybody hurts
Sung originally by REM
Also covered by Corrs...choose your version:
Lyrics
When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on
Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)
Fade out
Also covered by Corrs...choose your version:
Lyrics
When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on
Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone
If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on
Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
And everybody hurts
Sometimes
So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)
Fade out
Sunday, 13 June 2010
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Shreya vs Rahat
Sung by Rahat Fateh Ali...Has a different feel to it:
This is the same song sung by Shreya:
This is the same song sung by Shreya:
New Tv serial: Daam
For those of you who loved meri zaat, this drama written by Umera Ahmad (of meri zaat, doraha and malal fame) and directed by mehreen jabbar (raja pakistani, malal fame)has just premiered on 11 June on Ary Digital Channel... From the looks of it, it seems quite promising...The production house is also the same being led by Humayun Saeed and Abdullah Kadwani...Airs every friday at prime time...The OST is by zeb and haniya
Soundtrack
First Episode
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First Episode
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aa mere payaar kii Khushbuu - amanat ali khan
Amanat Ali Khan, the singer in the vdo is shafqat ali khans' father....
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Message from the Quran applicable to Muslims today...
"and hold fast to the rope of Allah and do not be divided." (Qur'an 3:103)
Friday, 11 June 2010
Random mushy quote...
"If you'll be my star; I'll be your sky. You can hide underneath me and come out at night. When I turn jet black, you show off your light. I live to let you shine, but you can skyrocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy. Far from here with more room to fly. Just leave me your stardust to remember you by"
Dasht-e-tanhai by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Lyrics and Translation
dasht-e-tanhaai mein, ai jaan-e-jahaan, larzaan hain
In the desert of my solitude, oh love of my life, quiver
teri avaaz ke saaye,
the shadows of your voice,
tere honthon ke saraab
the mirage of your lips
dasht-e-tanhaai mein,
In the desert of my solitude,
duri ke khas-o-khaak tale
beneath the dust and ashes of distance
khil rahe hain tere pehlu ke saman aur gulaab
bloom the jasmines and roses of your proximity
uht rahi hai kahin qurbat se
From somewhere very close,
teri saans ki aanch
rises the warmth of your breath
apani khushbuu mein sulagti hui
smouldering in its own aroma,
maddham maddham
slowly, bit by bit.
dur ufaq par chamakati hui
far away, across the horizon, glistens
qatra qatra
drop by drop
gir rahi hai teri dil daar nazar ki shabnam
the falling dew of your beguiling glance
is qadar pyaar se hai jaan-e jahaan rakkhaa hai
With such tenderness, O love of my life,
dil ke rukhsaar pe
on the cheek of my heart,
is vaqt teri yaad ne haath
has your memory placed its hand right now
yun guman hota hai
that it looks as if
garche hai abhi subah-e-firaaq
(though it’s still the dawn of adieu)
dhal gaya hijr ka din
the sun of separation has set
aa bhi gaye vasl ki raat
and the night of union has arrived.
Translation courtesy:
http://rickshawdiaries.wordpress.com/2009/03/30/dasht-e-tanhaaithe-desert-of-my-solitude/
Song of the day...
Sound track from the hit Pakistani drama serial: Alpha, Bravo Charlie (Must Watch)
Lyrics
aankhein dekhti reh jaati hain
sapnay durr nikal jaatay hain
aur sapnon ka peecha karne waale
apna aap ganwa daite hain
kabhi alpha, kabhi bravo, kabhi charlie
kabhi alpha, kabhi bravo, kabhi charlie
Lyrics
aankhein dekhti reh jaati hain
sapnay durr nikal jaatay hain
aur sapnon ka peecha karne waale
apna aap ganwa daite hain
kabhi alpha, kabhi bravo, kabhi charlie
kabhi alpha, kabhi bravo, kabhi charlie
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Collective amnesia...
Why have we as a nation forgotten the speeches and teachings of our great Quaid...We need to revisit our education curriculum and instead of indoctrating our children with hatred and intolerance, we need to educate them with these ideals of the founding father of the nation....
If you change your past and work together in a spirit that everyone of you, no matter to what community he belongs, no matter what relations he had with you in the past, no matter what is his colour, caste or creed, is first, second and last a citizen of this State with equal rights, privileges, and obligations, there will be on end to the progress you will make.
I cannot emphasize it too much. We should begin to work in that spirit and in course of time all these angularities of the majority and minority communities, the Hindu community and the Muslim community, because even as regards Muslims you have Pathans, Punjabis, Shias, Sunnis and so on, and among the Hindus you have Brahmins, Vashnavas, Khatris, also Bengalis, Madrasis and so on, will vanish.
Indeed if you ask me, this has been the biggest hindrance in the way of India to attain the freedom and independence and but for this we would have been free people long long ago.
You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place or worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed that has nothing to do with the business of the State...We are starting in the days where there is no discrimination, no distinction between one community and another, no discrimination between one caste or creed and another.
We are starting with this fundamental principle that we are all citizens and equal citizens of one State. The people of England in course of time had to face the realities of the situation and had to discharge the responsibilities and burdens placed upon them by the government of their country and they went through that fire step by step. Today, you might say with justice that Roman Catholics and Protestants do not exist; what exists now is that every man is a citizen, an equal citizen of Great Britain and they are all members of the Nation.
Now I think we should keep that in front of us as our ideal and you will find that in course of time Hindus would cease to be Hindus and Muslims would cease to be Muslims, not in the religious sense, because that is the personal faith of each individual, but in the political sense as citizens of the State.
Source: Excerpts from Jinnah's address to Pakistan's constituent assembly when it met on August 11, 1947. Full speech on: http://www.pakistani.org/pakistan/legislation/constituent_address_11aug1947.html
If you change your past and work together in a spirit that everyone of you, no matter to what community he belongs, no matter what relations he had with you in the past, no matter what is his colour, caste or creed, is first, second and last a citizen of this State with equal rights, privileges, and obligations, there will be on end to the progress you will make.
I cannot emphasize it too much. We should begin to work in that spirit and in course of time all these angularities of the majority and minority communities, the Hindu community and the Muslim community, because even as regards Muslims you have Pathans, Punjabis, Shias, Sunnis and so on, and among the Hindus you have Brahmins, Vashnavas, Khatris, also Bengalis, Madrasis and so on, will vanish.
Indeed if you ask me, this has been the biggest hindrance in the way of India to attain the freedom and independence and but for this we would have been free people long long ago.
You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place or worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed that has nothing to do with the business of the State...We are starting in the days where there is no discrimination, no distinction between one community and another, no discrimination between one caste or creed and another.
We are starting with this fundamental principle that we are all citizens and equal citizens of one State. The people of England in course of time had to face the realities of the situation and had to discharge the responsibilities and burdens placed upon them by the government of their country and they went through that fire step by step. Today, you might say with justice that Roman Catholics and Protestants do not exist; what exists now is that every man is a citizen, an equal citizen of Great Britain and they are all members of the Nation.
Now I think we should keep that in front of us as our ideal and you will find that in course of time Hindus would cease to be Hindus and Muslims would cease to be Muslims, not in the religious sense, because that is the personal faith of each individual, but in the political sense as citizens of the State.
Source: Excerpts from Jinnah's address to Pakistan's constituent assembly when it met on August 11, 1947. Full speech on: http://www.pakistani.org/pakistan/legislation/constituent_address_11aug1947.html
Song of the day...
English version of purani jeans :)
Bass yaadain yaadain yaadain reh jaati hain, choti choti baatain reh jaati hain
Bass yaadain yaadain yaadain reh jaati hain, choti choti baatain reh jaati hain
Air Space Pakistan Documentary Part 1 of 5
Nice Documentary, at least for aircraft and flying lovers like me...Although the chick has such a fake accent and lame choice of music :s
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
DAWN.COM | Pakistan | ‘Attack on Ahmedis conspiracy to repeal laws against them’
What absolute rubbish from Pakistan's so called self-righteous religious leaders...Even hatching conspiracy theories from such tragic events...Utterly shameful!
DAWN.COM | Pakistan | ‘Attack on Ahmedis conspiracy to repeal laws against them’
DAWN.COM | Pakistan | ‘Attack on Ahmedis conspiracy to repeal laws against them’
Quote of the day...
"Tum Ghulab ka phool ban jao kyun kai yeh phool us kai hathoon main bhee khushbu chor jata hai jo issay masal kay phaink deta hai" Hazrat Ali (RA)
Rough translation: "Be like a rose which would leave its fragrance even on the hands that crush it and throw it away"
Rough translation: "Be like a rose which would leave its fragrance even on the hands that crush it and throw it away"
DAWN.COM | Education | Not-so-dear business school
Ten quids for guessing the 'not-so-dear business school' :P
DAWN.COM | Education | Not-so-dear business school
DAWN.COM | Education | Not-so-dear business school
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
GARAJ BARAS SAWAN - RAHAT FATEH ALI & ALI AZMAT - COKE STUDIO - HIGH QU...
Blast from the past...Two legends jamming it together in this breathtaking rendition of Garaj Baras in Coke Studio's inaugural season...Couldn't get better than this
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Reminds me of intro to philo (101) from uni...nostalgia!
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration,
as a chicken which has the daring and courage to
boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom
among them has the strength to contend with such a
paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the
princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its
pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered
within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and
each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial
intent can never be discerned, because structuralism
is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment
would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road
gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its
sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a
fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while
believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt
necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at
this historical juncture, and therefore
synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself,
the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the
objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came
into being which caused the actualization of this
potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed
the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-
nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing
events to grace the annals of history. An historic,
unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt
such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to
homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from
the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken
was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored)
reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the
transportation, so quite understandably the chicken
availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow
out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have,
you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the
Need to resist such a public Display of your own
lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in
town ought never expose one to such barbarous
inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a
road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the
chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade
insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome,
filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume
to question the actions of one in all respects his
superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of
misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Source: http://philosophy.eserver.org/chicken.txt
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration,
as a chicken which has the daring and courage to
boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom
among them has the strength to contend with such a
paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the
princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its
pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered
within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and
each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial
intent can never be discerned, because structuralism
is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment
would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road
gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its
sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a
fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while
believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt
necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at
this historical juncture, and therefore
synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself,
the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the
objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came
into being which caused the actualization of this
potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed
the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-
nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing
events to grace the annals of history. An historic,
unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt
such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to
homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from
the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken
was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it (censored) wanted to. That's the (censored)
reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the
transportation, so quite understandably the chicken
availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow
out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have,
you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the
Need to resist such a public Display of your own
lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in
town ought never expose one to such barbarous
inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a
road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the
chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade
insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome,
filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume
to question the actions of one in all respects his
superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of
misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Source: http://philosophy.eserver.org/chicken.txt
Monday, 7 June 2010
Quotes of the day...
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
~Mahatma Gandhi, (attributed)
Indian political and spiritual leader (1869 - 1948)
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.
- George Orwell
I am a dreamer,Of a better tomorrow,I collect all the smiles from My yesterday,Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,I call them "MEMORIES"for i have a tomorrow to Take them to,with the smiles and leaving behind the tears,I walk off to a Unknown Tomorrow.
~Mahatma Gandhi, (attributed)
Indian political and spiritual leader (1869 - 1948)
The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.
- George Orwell
I am a dreamer,Of a better tomorrow,I collect all the smiles from My yesterday,Neatly pack them into words and hide them in my heart,I call them "MEMORIES"for i have a tomorrow to Take them to,with the smiles and leaving behind the tears,I walk off to a Unknown Tomorrow.
Song of the day (Alif Allah chambay di booti)
The second best song from the first ep of coke studio's third season
Title: “Alif Allah chambay di booti”
Alif allah chambay di booti, tey meray murshid mann vich lai hoo
My master has planted the fragrant seed of love in my heart
Ho nafi uss baat da paani dey kay
Which flourished with modesty, piety and acceptance of his existence
Har ragaay harjai hoo
My God is present in every throbbing pulse
Ho joog joog jeevay mera murshid sohna
My spiritual guide is ever-present
Hatay jiss ay booti lai ho
The one who blew life into me
(chorus # 1)
Pir meraya jugni ji
I have the spirit of my guide
Ae way allah waliyan di jugni ji
The spirit of all the messengers who brought His message to this Earth
Ae way nabbi pak di jugni ji
The spirit of Holy Prophet
Ae way maula ali wali jugni ji
The spirit of Ali and his followers
Ae way meray pir di jugni ji
The spirit of my saint
Ae way saaray sabaz di jugni ji
The spirit of all his words
Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkun… karay Saeein
Everytime I think of you God, my heart flutters
Parhay tay kalma nabi da Parhay saeein pir merya
So I recite the kalma whenever I think of God
(chrous #1 repeat)
Jugni taar khaeein vich thaal
O my creation, share whatever you have
Chad duniya dey janjaal
Remove yourself from worldly concerns
Kuch ni nibna bandiya naal
There is nothing that you can get from other human beings that you can take to the after-life
(repeat)
Rakhi saabat sidh amaal
Just keep you actions and intentions pure
(chorus # 1 repeat)
Jugni dig payee vich roi
So absorbed was the creation that she stumbled into a ditch
Othay ro ro kamli hoi
There she wailed relentlessly
Oddi vaath naye lainda koi
But there was no one who enquired about her
(repeat)
Tey kalmay binna nai mildi toi
Remember, there is no salvation for anyone without remembering your creator
(chorus #1 repeat)
Ho wanga charha lo kuriyon
Put on your bangles, girls
Meray daata dey darbaar dian
Those that you get at your Master’s shrines
(repeat)
Ho naa kar teeya khair piyari
Daughter, don’t be proud of your youth
Maan daindiya galaryaan
Your mother scoffs and scolds you
Din din talhi juwani jaandi
That with each passing day, your youth slips by
Joon sohna puthia lariyaan
Even gold when put in the furnance moulds itself, there is absolutely no permanence
Aurat marad, shehzaday sohney
Women, men are like so beautiful
O moti, O laa lariyaan
Like pearls, like the gems
Sir da sarfa kar naa jairey
Those who are not self-centered
Peen prem pya lariyan
They are the ones who truly love the humanity
O daatay day darbaan chaa akho
Whenever you visit the darbar of any saint
Pawan khair sawa lariyan
God fulfils all your wishes and showers you with his blessings
(arif plus meesha)
(chorus 2)
O wanga charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan
Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrine
O wangha charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan
Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrines
(chorus 2 repeat)
Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkoon, gootkoon gootkon
(chorus 1 repeat)
Jugni ji
Jugni ji
Jugni ji…
Title: “Alif Allah chambay di booti”
Alif allah chambay di booti, tey meray murshid mann vich lai hoo
My master has planted the fragrant seed of love in my heart
Ho nafi uss baat da paani dey kay
Which flourished with modesty, piety and acceptance of his existence
Har ragaay harjai hoo
My God is present in every throbbing pulse
Ho joog joog jeevay mera murshid sohna
My spiritual guide is ever-present
Hatay jiss ay booti lai ho
The one who blew life into me
(chorus # 1)
Pir meraya jugni ji
I have the spirit of my guide
Ae way allah waliyan di jugni ji
The spirit of all the messengers who brought His message to this Earth
Ae way nabbi pak di jugni ji
The spirit of Holy Prophet
Ae way maula ali wali jugni ji
The spirit of Ali and his followers
Ae way meray pir di jugni ji
The spirit of my saint
Ae way saaray sabaz di jugni ji
The spirit of all his words
Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkun… karay Saeein
Everytime I think of you God, my heart flutters
Parhay tay kalma nabi da Parhay saeein pir merya
So I recite the kalma whenever I think of God
(chrous #1 repeat)
Jugni taar khaeein vich thaal
O my creation, share whatever you have
Chad duniya dey janjaal
Remove yourself from worldly concerns
Kuch ni nibna bandiya naal
There is nothing that you can get from other human beings that you can take to the after-life
(repeat)
Rakhi saabat sidh amaal
Just keep you actions and intentions pure
(chorus # 1 repeat)
Jugni dig payee vich roi
So absorbed was the creation that she stumbled into a ditch
Othay ro ro kamli hoi
There she wailed relentlessly
Oddi vaath naye lainda koi
But there was no one who enquired about her
(repeat)
Tey kalmay binna nai mildi toi
Remember, there is no salvation for anyone without remembering your creator
(chorus #1 repeat)
Ho wanga charha lo kuriyon
Put on your bangles, girls
Meray daata dey darbaar dian
Those that you get at your Master’s shrines
(repeat)
Ho naa kar teeya khair piyari
Daughter, don’t be proud of your youth
Maan daindiya galaryaan
Your mother scoffs and scolds you
Din din talhi juwani jaandi
That with each passing day, your youth slips by
Joon sohna puthia lariyaan
Even gold when put in the furnance moulds itself, there is absolutely no permanence
Aurat marad, shehzaday sohney
Women, men are like so beautiful
O moti, O laa lariyaan
Like pearls, like the gems
Sir da sarfa kar naa jairey
Those who are not self-centered
Peen prem pya lariyan
They are the ones who truly love the humanity
O daatay day darbaan chaa akho
Whenever you visit the darbar of any saint
Pawan khair sawa lariyan
God fulfils all your wishes and showers you with his blessings
(arif plus meesha)
(chorus 2)
O wanga charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan
Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrine
O wangha charha lo kuriyon meray daata tey darbar diyan
Put on your bangles, girls … Those that you get at your Master’s shrines
(chorus 2 repeat)
Dum gutkoon, dum gutkoon, dum gootkoon, gootkoon gootkon
(chorus 1 repeat)
Jugni ji
Jugni ji
Jugni ji…
Be careful what you wish for ( :
A man was sick and tired of going to work every day while his wife stayed home.
He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
'Dear Lord:
I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home.
I want her to know what I go through.
So, please allow her body to switch with mine for a day.
Amen!'
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.
He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,
Awakened the kids,
Set out their school clothes,
Fed them breakfast,
Packed their lunches,
Drove them to school,
Came home and picked up the dry cleaning,
Took it to the cleaners
And stopped at the bank to make a deposit,
Went grocery shopping,
Then drove home to put away the groceries,
Paid the bills and balanced the check book.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.
Then, it was already 01P.M.
And he hurried to make the beds,
Do the laundry, vacuum,
Dust,
And sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home.
Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework.
Then, set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.
After supper,
He cleaned the kitchen,
Ran the dishwasher,
Folded laundry,
Bathed the kids,
And put them to bed.
At 09 P.M .
He was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said: -
'Lord, I don't know what I was thinking.
I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day.
Please, oh! Oh! Please, let us trade back.
Amen!'
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied:
'My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.
You'll just have to wait nine months, though.
You got pregnant last night.'
This has been voted Women's Favorite E-mail of the Year!
He wanted her to see what he went through so he prayed:
'Dear Lord:
I go to work every day and put in 8 hours while my wife merely stays at home.
I want her to know what I go through.
So, please allow her body to switch with mine for a day.
Amen!'
God, in his infinite wisdom, granted the man's wish.
The next morning, sure enough, the man awoke as a woman.
He arose, cooked breakfast for his mate,
Awakened the kids,
Set out their school clothes,
Fed them breakfast,
Packed their lunches,
Drove them to school,
Came home and picked up the dry cleaning,
Took it to the cleaners
And stopped at the bank to make a deposit,
Went grocery shopping,
Then drove home to put away the groceries,
Paid the bills and balanced the check book.
He cleaned the cat's litter box and bathed the dog.
Then, it was already 01P.M.
And he hurried to make the beds,
Do the laundry, vacuum,
Dust,
And sweep and mop the kitchen floor.
Ran to the school to pick up the kids and got into an argument with them on the way home.
Set out milk and cookies and got the kids organized to do their homework.
Then, set up the ironing board and watched TV while he did the ironing.
At 4:30 he began peeling potatoes and washing vegetables for salad, breaded the pork chops and snapped fresh beans for supper.
After supper,
He cleaned the kitchen,
Ran the dishwasher,
Folded laundry,
Bathed the kids,
And put them to bed.
At 09 P.M .
He was exhausted and, though his daily chores weren't finished, he went to bed where he was expected to make love, which he managed to get through without complaint.
The next morning, he awoke and immediately knelt by the bed and said: -
'Lord, I don't know what I was thinking.
I was so wrong to envy my wife's being able to stay home all day.
Please, oh! Oh! Please, let us trade back.
Amen!'
The Lord, in his infinite wisdom, replied:
'My son, I feel you have learned your lesson and I will be happy to change things back to the way they were.
You'll just have to wait nine months, though.
You got pregnant last night.'
This has been voted Women's Favorite E-mail of the Year!
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Nazia Hassan...
Oh Nazia...- if Pakistan had a royal family, then she would have been the princess! No one can ever replace u...May your soul rest in peace!
Song of the day: Bibi Sanam
The best song in the first ep of coke studio's 3rd season:
Lyrics with translation
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Kassi harfe dile maa ra nadaanist
What I feel for you, no one is privy to it
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Bahaaie mahafele maa ra nadaanist
No one can fathom the depths or value this love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba joz tofaan kassi dar shehr-e-ghurbat
The wild storms crashing down on strange, distant cities
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Nishaan-e mahafel-e maa ra nadaanist
Only they know the true worth of our love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstan
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Na mekhawahm ke be taabat bebinom
Not ever would I want you to be sad
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Dilam khwahad ke shadaab att bebinam,
All I ever need is that you be happy and content
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Nadeedam man ba bedaari rukhat ra
Even if all the flowers in the world wilt and wither away
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Magar hamchu pari khwaabat bebinom
That love I have for you in my heart will not fade
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Dil-e-naazok tar az andisha darum
What my heart feels is far mellower than my thoughts
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Hawaie mottadel chun re sha darum
There will never be a moment when I won’t yearn for you
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Hama gul hai e aalaam barge e khoshkad
Bibi, believe me, your love is deeply rooted in my heart
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Tu dar baagh e kheialem reesha dary
Even if all the flowers in the world wither….
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
And your being borders on the divine….
Lyrics with translation
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Kassi harfe dile maa ra nadaanist
What I feel for you, no one is privy to it
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Bahaaie mahafele maa ra nadaanist
No one can fathom the depths or value this love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba joz tofaan kassi dar shehr-e-ghurbat
The wild storms crashing down on strange, distant cities
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Nishaan-e mahafel-e maa ra nadaanist
Only they know the true worth of our love
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstan
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Na mekhawahm ke be taabat bebinom
Not ever would I want you to be sad
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Dilam khwahad ke shadaab att bebinam,
All I ever need is that you be happy and content
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Nadeedam man ba bedaari rukhat ra
Even if all the flowers in the world wilt and wither away
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Magar hamchu pari khwaabat bebinom
That love I have for you in my heart will not fade
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Your being borders on the divine, my love
Dil-e-naazok tar az andisha darum
What my heart feels is far mellower than my thoughts
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
Hawaie mottadel chun re sha darum
There will never be a moment when I won’t yearn for you
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Hama gul hai e aalaam barge e khoshkad
Bibi, believe me, your love is deeply rooted in my heart
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Tu dar baagh e kheialem reesha dary
Even if all the flowers in the world wither….
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Bibi sanam janem, anaar-e-sisstanem
Ba darwazae tajh quran jayee sanam janem
My love, you are like the sweet pomegranate of Sistan
And your being borders on the divine….