CANTO I
1
Ever, in this believe my word
That HE has eld this feast for you!
Now clean your mouth-that Lord
Put in morsel, by His hand!
2
Wander not from fount to fount
Seek that Great Spring in you!
Give HE shall all-sayeth Latif
As you to His Kingdom drew
Empty ones HE filled to the full
Came who to His Kingly view;
Were HE to yet talk with you
O thy woes shall simply vanish.
CANTO II
1
Go down deep and beg there
Where Ganges is place and HE current;
Leaving all strife of earth
By His bank-pitch thy tent;
Get beside All-Bounteous Flow
And feast there, what you be sent;
When that vintage in you went,
O all your wants, will be forgotten’
2
Be HE cross with you, yet givens
But if content, HE fills your bowl to brim;
Blessed be the Lord-Him
Has only thy good, at the heart.
CANTO III
1
O Coming to Him, dryness vanished
My feet from a far felt cool;
In the desert had come upon a pool
O as it were, a thirsty way farer
2
Thou art cover, Thou art coverlet
Thou art shelter, Thou art shade;
Here too, Thou art our stay
There too we seek Thy aid;
Gives not she her dues-the maid,
Enters who-the Kingdom of God.
Shah Abdul Lartif R.A poetries with english Translated In Verse By: Fakir Abdul Gafoor
Saturday, June 26, 2010
SUR BILAWAL
CANTO I
1
Ever, in this believe my word
That HE has eld this feast for you!
Now clean your mouth-that Lord
Put in morsel, by His hand!
2
Wander not from fount to fount
Seek that Great Spring in you!
Give HE shall all-sayeth Latif
As you to His Kingdom drew
Empty ones HE filled to the full
Came who to His Kingly view;
Were HE to yet talk with you
O thy woes shall simply vanish.
CANTO II
1
Go down deep and beg there
Where Ganges is place and HE current;
Leaving all strife of earth
By His bank-pitch thy tent;
Get beside All-Bounteous Flow
And feast there, what you be sent;
When that vintage in you went,
O all your wants, will be forgotten’
2
Be HE cross with you, yet givens
But if content, HE fills your bowl to brim;
Blessed be the Lord-Him
Has only thy good, at the heart.
CANTO III
1
O Coming to Him, dryness vanished
My feet from a far felt cool;
In the desert had come upon a pool
O as it were, a thirsty way farer
2
Thou art cover, Thou art coverlet
Thou art shelter, Thou art shade;
Here too, Thou art our stay
There too we seek Thy aid;
Gives not she her dues-the maid,
Enters who-the Kingdom of God.
1
Ever, in this believe my word
That HE has eld this feast for you!
Now clean your mouth-that Lord
Put in morsel, by His hand!
2
Wander not from fount to fount
Seek that Great Spring in you!
Give HE shall all-sayeth Latif
As you to His Kingdom drew
Empty ones HE filled to the full
Came who to His Kingly view;
Were HE to yet talk with you
O thy woes shall simply vanish.
CANTO II
1
Go down deep and beg there
Where Ganges is place and HE current;
Leaving all strife of earth
By His bank-pitch thy tent;
Get beside All-Bounteous Flow
And feast there, what you be sent;
When that vintage in you went,
O all your wants, will be forgotten’
2
Be HE cross with you, yet givens
But if content, HE fills your bowl to brim;
Blessed be the Lord-Him
Has only thy good, at the heart.
CANTO III
1
O Coming to Him, dryness vanished
My feet from a far felt cool;
In the desert had come upon a pool
O as it were, a thirsty way farer
2
Thou art cover, Thou art coverlet
Thou art shelter, Thou art shade;
Here too, Thou art our stay
There too we seek Thy aid;
Gives not she her dues-the maid,
Enters who-the Kingdom of God.
SUR DAHAR
CANTO I
1
Tell me something O thorn
Of those herdsmen who lived in here;
O without them, you mere
How pass these days, and how these nights.?
2
When HE fiexed His loving hook
Very firmly in my gills;
O HE did not then back, look
And came again to pull me out of water;
3
When HE looked me very strongly
Thus by His distant bait;
O HE did not kill me instantly
But went on lengthening livne of woes;
CANTO II
1
As large is Thy name O Lord!
So large is my hope in thy merc;
And o Thy grace O Creator of all!
There’s no any border or boundry
O thy name ever so inly,
Has abided in my heart, All-Beneficien-One;
2
O Sire! Thy power we’ave seen
In many a wondrous way;
Leavesyou drown in water
And stones you-lift and float away;
Ah, were You to come to this may,
What greatly honoured’ll be this lowly girl.
4
As GREAT IS Thy name, O Lord!
So Great a grace I pray;
Without pillar without post
Thou art strut, thou art stay;
What I unto you say
You know everyting about me.
CANTO III
1
Wake up thou O sleeping one!
Sleep not whole this life away;
Fortune shall not come your way
Of heavely Lords, O while you sleep.
2
Some while sleep, yet all while wake
Make not sleep the beauty’s nest;
This’s place of noon-tide rest
What you think to be native home.
3
Avail you won’t , this thy sleep
Get up and recollect the God;
Ah then you’ld greatly weep
When this night shall pass away.
4
What is atmorning fallen on
O deem not it as dew O men!
The night has wept tears upon
The sleeping ones, O the woe-be-gone ones.
5
O that HE lift not His arm away
Nor lift off the night its vail
Till I win to me, my Non-Pareil
Thus hidden away from all the world
. 6
The grief-stricken wear gay faces
And laugh here much, the mis-gotten;
Ah they’ave all those forgotten,
The works for which they were sent.
7
Fallen they’ave for bubbling froth
And tasted not have the milk below;
For sake of world, they God forgo
So by Him are forsaken too.
CANTO IV
1
Forgetting yourworldy flocks
How could you sit in complacence?
O do not this un-remembrance
Undo you of kith and kin?
2
Go up they flying in flocks
Leave not their love of clan;
Perceive, how more than man
Birds cherish love for them.
3
Fate has brought them down here
Ele there home was up on hills;
‘Tis not fault of any there
the God provides food to all.
4
The crane did not know the arrow
What was in the hunters, heart;
O it was that wicked art
That sundered the stock of one race.
5
O that you die, die bird-hunter!
And lie ruined your trap and lay;
That you coming only yesterday
Brought this interval between ages.
6
Awaken O ye, high lander!
And sleep not ye, o low lander!
Look out there the gangters
Stands how and threatens you!
7
Bandit and his mount are both dead
O blessed be the Lord
Removed HE from ove the land
The devil and his dread;
Women rejoice-O now tread
Here only shepherds and their flocks
8
They would implore him, and cry
O that he spare their flocks;
Then raise their cries to sky,
O that, IT bring down ruin upon him
! 9
She with great pains and woes
Had collected these flocks, the goat-herd;
O he these, came and plundered
And had taken away with him.
10
There were great and many lords
HE’s but of other blessings
Saved by Him, were the earthlings
Came who but within His fold!
11
Of we the lowly earthlings
O HE has taken upon the burden;
All-love can’t do other things
Other faiths only exploited us.
12
O Lord-though an ugly earthling
Yet I am but maid of thine;
Protect this cottage of mine
Which I’ave built here by your shelter!
13
Building and building-these earthlings
Yet won’t think of these going away;
So came suddenly, in their way
The plunderer, and carried them off!
14
All thus building and building vanished
Quiting these places, the earthlings;
O see their castles and things
Are lying in earth, rottening!
15
For a while a sparkling groom
But all while a skeleton in earthy bowere;
O how high this sandy tower
You’ll be building, building and building?
1
Tell me something O thorn
Of those herdsmen who lived in here;
O without them, you mere
How pass these days, and how these nights.?
2
When HE fiexed His loving hook
Very firmly in my gills;
O HE did not then back, look
And came again to pull me out of water;
3
When HE looked me very strongly
Thus by His distant bait;
O HE did not kill me instantly
But went on lengthening livne of woes;
CANTO II
1
As large is Thy name O Lord!
So large is my hope in thy merc;
And o Thy grace O Creator of all!
There’s no any border or boundry
O thy name ever so inly,
Has abided in my heart, All-Beneficien-One;
2
O Sire! Thy power we’ave seen
In many a wondrous way;
Leavesyou drown in water
And stones you-lift and float away;
Ah, were You to come to this may,
What greatly honoured’ll be this lowly girl.
4
As GREAT IS Thy name, O Lord!
So Great a grace I pray;
Without pillar without post
Thou art strut, thou art stay;
What I unto you say
You know everyting about me.
CANTO III
1
Wake up thou O sleeping one!
Sleep not whole this life away;
Fortune shall not come your way
Of heavely Lords, O while you sleep.
2
Some while sleep, yet all while wake
Make not sleep the beauty’s nest;
This’s place of noon-tide rest
What you think to be native home.
3
Avail you won’t , this thy sleep
Get up and recollect the God;
Ah then you’ld greatly weep
When this night shall pass away.
4
What is atmorning fallen on
O deem not it as dew O men!
The night has wept tears upon
The sleeping ones, O the woe-be-gone ones.
5
O that HE lift not His arm away
Nor lift off the night its vail
Till I win to me, my Non-Pareil
Thus hidden away from all the world
. 6
The grief-stricken wear gay faces
And laugh here much, the mis-gotten;
Ah they’ave all those forgotten,
The works for which they were sent.
7
Fallen they’ave for bubbling froth
And tasted not have the milk below;
For sake of world, they God forgo
So by Him are forsaken too.
CANTO IV
1
Forgetting yourworldy flocks
How could you sit in complacence?
O do not this un-remembrance
Undo you of kith and kin?
2
Go up they flying in flocks
Leave not their love of clan;
Perceive, how more than man
Birds cherish love for them.
3
Fate has brought them down here
Ele there home was up on hills;
‘Tis not fault of any there
the God provides food to all.
4
The crane did not know the arrow
What was in the hunters, heart;
O it was that wicked art
That sundered the stock of one race.
5
O that you die, die bird-hunter!
And lie ruined your trap and lay;
That you coming only yesterday
Brought this interval between ages.
6
Awaken O ye, high lander!
And sleep not ye, o low lander!
Look out there the gangters
Stands how and threatens you!
7
Bandit and his mount are both dead
O blessed be the Lord
Removed HE from ove the land
The devil and his dread;
Women rejoice-O now tread
Here only shepherds and their flocks
8
They would implore him, and cry
O that he spare their flocks;
Then raise their cries to sky,
O that, IT bring down ruin upon him
! 9
She with great pains and woes
Had collected these flocks, the goat-herd;
O he these, came and plundered
And had taken away with him.
10
There were great and many lords
HE’s but of other blessings
Saved by Him, were the earthlings
Came who but within His fold!
11
Of we the lowly earthlings
O HE has taken upon the burden;
All-love can’t do other things
Other faiths only exploited us.
12
O Lord-though an ugly earthling
Yet I am but maid of thine;
Protect this cottage of mine
Which I’ave built here by your shelter!
13
Building and building-these earthlings
Yet won’t think of these going away;
So came suddenly, in their way
The plunderer, and carried them off!
14
All thus building and building vanished
Quiting these places, the earthlings;
O see their castles and things
Are lying in earth, rottening!
15
For a while a sparkling groom
But all while a skeleton in earthy bowere;
O how high this sandy tower
You’ll be building, building and building?
SUR PIRBHATI
CANTO I
1
‘Tis not the way of minstrel;
that hang you harp on the nail,
How with the Gracious Dawn
O you dare pick out a quarrel?
Without a song, who’ld tell
You are too, a holy singer.
2
How is’t? you sleep out there
Rise O Sir! And weep at the Dawn;
Tomorrow shall be lying in here
You-istumetn in the earth.
3
Leaving it to lie at the head,
Sleep you away all the nights;
Race of all singing wights,
O never was there, like as you.
4
Those are the only real singers
Who do not have the rest here;
Slinging harps, from shoulders,
Ever they ask ways to wstes.
5
The way is long and bard weak
O tell Him there, Who’s at summit;
Send in here Thy Holy Spirit
Or else I cannot come to you
6
Where be many best of singers
So what of singers one of more?
What a one be doing here
Is all on error at the core;
Thou art stone, I an ore
O touch me that I turn to gold.
7
Come out ye! Ignorant ones!
The Master is calling to you!
That learnt you not singing lore
This has more ben Him too;’
Standing out saying is Who
“O beg of me, I am but thine”
8
Talent does not come of caste
Who’ld go at he’ld get;
Errors of ignorant ones,
The Master doth ever forget;
One night mere who Him met,
Fails not ever fumbling-one.
9
Know you though, O know you not,
‘tis the door of un-knowers;
At it they’re admitted
‘self’ who their set at naught;
Who Him so beggarly sought
HE’s their the Alm-Giver.
10
Giver Himself grieves at those,
Who’re such-alm-seekers;
“Leaving you the door of min
how’ld beg you at others;
‘Tis to you that occurs,
the interval of all thses days”.
11
Bg of Him, O begging One!
Daily who doth give to you!
False are doors of all the world
Unto where you, yourself drew
Morrow they’ld bring to you
O ‘twere we, who helped you had.
12
Thou art Lord-I beggar
I am naught and thou art all;
Listening to your distant call
Taken have I harp in hand.
13
Thou art Lor-I beggar
I am naught and thou art all;
Listening to your distant call
Taken have I harp in hand.
14
Thou art Lord-I beggar
Thou the Grace, I sinner sore;
Thou Stone, I basest ore
Touch me Thou! I turn to gold.
15
Thou art God, Lord of hosts
We are only beggars all;
The rains do in the seasons fall
Thou but ever on us fall;
Unot me if came you shall
O how honoured be humble one.
16
Risen has morning star
Up, awake-O sing the Lord;
Aspires Who for thy word
Explores HE for thy heart.
1
‘Tis not the way of minstrel;
that hang you harp on the nail,
How with the Gracious Dawn
O you dare pick out a quarrel?
Without a song, who’ld tell
You are too, a holy singer.
2
How is’t? you sleep out there
Rise O Sir! And weep at the Dawn;
Tomorrow shall be lying in here
You-istumetn in the earth.
3
Leaving it to lie at the head,
Sleep you away all the nights;
Race of all singing wights,
O never was there, like as you.
4
Those are the only real singers
Who do not have the rest here;
Slinging harps, from shoulders,
Ever they ask ways to wstes.
5
The way is long and bard weak
O tell Him there, Who’s at summit;
Send in here Thy Holy Spirit
Or else I cannot come to you
6
Where be many best of singers
So what of singers one of more?
What a one be doing here
Is all on error at the core;
Thou art stone, I an ore
O touch me that I turn to gold.
7
Come out ye! Ignorant ones!
The Master is calling to you!
That learnt you not singing lore
This has more ben Him too;’
Standing out saying is Who
“O beg of me, I am but thine”
8
Talent does not come of caste
Who’ld go at he’ld get;
Errors of ignorant ones,
The Master doth ever forget;
One night mere who Him met,
Fails not ever fumbling-one.
9
Know you though, O know you not,
‘tis the door of un-knowers;
At it they’re admitted
‘self’ who their set at naught;
Who Him so beggarly sought
HE’s their the Alm-Giver.
10
Giver Himself grieves at those,
Who’re such-alm-seekers;
“Leaving you the door of min
how’ld beg you at others;
‘Tis to you that occurs,
the interval of all thses days”.
11
Bg of Him, O begging One!
Daily who doth give to you!
False are doors of all the world
Unto where you, yourself drew
Morrow they’ld bring to you
O ‘twere we, who helped you had.
12
Thou art Lord-I beggar
I am naught and thou art all;
Listening to your distant call
Taken have I harp in hand.
13
Thou art Lor-I beggar
I am naught and thou art all;
Listening to your distant call
Taken have I harp in hand.
14
Thou art Lord-I beggar
Thou the Grace, I sinner sore;
Thou Stone, I basest ore
Touch me Thou! I turn to gold.
15
Thou art God, Lord of hosts
We are only beggars all;
The rains do in the seasons fall
Thou but ever on us fall;
Unot me if came you shall
O how honoured be humble one.
16
Risen has morning star
Up, awake-O sing the Lord;
Aspires Who for thy word
Explores HE for thy heart.
SUR KARAYAL
CANTO I
1
Taking name of God, he lifted up
And set out wingin his way;
Sea-gull crossed the muddy bay
The try- flight for the birds here.
2
Picking quarrel with vultures
The gull flew and soared to sky;
And there he would go, ply
Where gushed springs of Love.
3
Reachign there and hovering
He fixes his eyes upon it, only;
Where do sparkle deeply
The gems, there the gull is won’t to dive.
4
Why won’t, you dive too, I your Deep
For such pearls and gems;
Wherefore of vergses you creep
O thou! The bird of Briny.
5
Clean waters are polluted
By the filthy cormorants;
So coming to thse holy fonts
Now feel shame all the sea-gulls.
6
Had you ever seen with discerning ey
These heavenly fliers;
Never you went again nearby,
The company of thse carrion-earters.
7
Come fly to us, to our waters,
Dear swan! We remember you here;
O least they kill you there
The hunters-laying some secret traps.
8
One is the bird in whole lake
And hunterns several with the rod;
Yet resting his hope in God
He sways in the cradle of waves.
9
The butter cup has roots under water
The butter fly burrs in sky;
But the inner urge both of twin
Consummates All-kind one, in the one tie;
O blessed be the Lord High,
Who brings together the love seekers;
10
All the pea-birds are died
Not a swan now remains;
Ah my these native domains
Are become abode of carrion crows;
CANTO II
1
Same is the bird, same is the cage
Same is the lake, same is the swan;
Descending down deeply in
Perceived I the whole plan;
Same was he the unting man
Who chased us, was within us.
2
In longing for the winged grace
Went I again to kinjhar lake;
They’ad not come to old nest
The pea-birds with lovely pace;
In my soul who held place,
Ah those plumed joys, all are gone!
1
Taking name of God, he lifted up
And set out wingin his way;
Sea-gull crossed the muddy bay
The try- flight for the birds here.
2
Picking quarrel with vultures
The gull flew and soared to sky;
And there he would go, ply
Where gushed springs of Love.
3
Reachign there and hovering
He fixes his eyes upon it, only;
Where do sparkle deeply
The gems, there the gull is won’t to dive.
4
Why won’t, you dive too, I your Deep
For such pearls and gems;
Wherefore of vergses you creep
O thou! The bird of Briny.
5
Clean waters are polluted
By the filthy cormorants;
So coming to thse holy fonts
Now feel shame all the sea-gulls.
6
Had you ever seen with discerning ey
These heavenly fliers;
Never you went again nearby,
The company of thse carrion-earters.
7
Come fly to us, to our waters,
Dear swan! We remember you here;
O least they kill you there
The hunters-laying some secret traps.
8
One is the bird in whole lake
And hunterns several with the rod;
Yet resting his hope in God
He sways in the cradle of waves.
9
The butter cup has roots under water
The butter fly burrs in sky;
But the inner urge both of twin
Consummates All-kind one, in the one tie;
O blessed be the Lord High,
Who brings together the love seekers;
10
All the pea-birds are died
Not a swan now remains;
Ah my these native domains
Are become abode of carrion crows;
CANTO II
1
Same is the bird, same is the cage
Same is the lake, same is the swan;
Descending down deeply in
Perceived I the whole plan;
Same was he the unting man
Who chased us, was within us.
2
In longing for the winged grace
Went I again to kinjhar lake;
They’ad not come to old nest
The pea-birds with lovely pace;
In my soul who held place,
Ah those plumed joys, all are gone!
SUR POORAB
CANTO I
1
O crow! Fly for God sake
Do not bring separtation;
And what words I tell you
O these to Him in thy heart take;
And this secret never unmake
To others except Him
2
O crow! Come flying in unto me
Out from that far coast;
And come, telling me about union
Of Him my Beloved Most;
Who is away so Holy Ghost!
O bring Him beside me, by your love.
3
Come O crow! Sit on the bough
Now give good news homely;
Is He happy with me there
And foison reign in my old country;
I grope for Him greatly
O here in thse exotic, strange parts.
4
Who scared away that crow?
From over my huts’ shed;
O he had come flying from Him
Had brought me message of Beloved;
You did me great wrong, ill-bred!
I’ld have heard, what He said.
5
They ‘ld come flying and cawing
Such crows, to our Life-Trees ;
And sititing on the top will give
Messages of that far country;
They cannot false ever be,
These messengers of Mystic Truth
6
O crow thy hoping on there
Has made my hear leap within;
Dancing from bough to bough
Thou dost sing words of myKin;
O come to me flyig in that come He also to my humble home.
CANTO II
1
In the love of my Lord
I shall be ever waltzing and dancing ;
O that, HE be unto me glancing
For once, lifting up His eyes.
2
Set off he on journey, the way-farer
He is going out orient is where;
His home renounced he here
And has built for him a one there.
1
O crow! Fly for God sake
Do not bring separtation;
And what words I tell you
O these to Him in thy heart take;
And this secret never unmake
To others except Him
2
O crow! Come flying in unto me
Out from that far coast;
And come, telling me about union
Of Him my Beloved Most;
Who is away so Holy Ghost!
O bring Him beside me, by your love.
3
Come O crow! Sit on the bough
Now give good news homely;
Is He happy with me there
And foison reign in my old country;
I grope for Him greatly
O here in thse exotic, strange parts.
4
Who scared away that crow?
From over my huts’ shed;
O he had come flying from Him
Had brought me message of Beloved;
You did me great wrong, ill-bred!
I’ld have heard, what He said.
5
They ‘ld come flying and cawing
Such crows, to our Life-Trees ;
And sititing on the top will give
Messages of that far country;
They cannot false ever be,
These messengers of Mystic Truth
6
O crow thy hoping on there
Has made my hear leap within;
Dancing from bough to bough
Thou dost sing words of myKin;
O come to me flyig in that come He also to my humble home.
CANTO II
1
In the love of my Lord
I shall be ever waltzing and dancing ;
O that, HE be unto me glancing
For once, lifting up His eyes.
2
Set off he on journey, the way-farer
He is going out orient is where;
His home renounced he here
And has built for him a one there.
SUR KAPAITI
CANTO I
1
Though yoube a skilled spinner
Yet spin not a wheel alone;
Seen had HE the All-Knowing One
Some knots in your human fibres.
2
Ah you’ll not spin O soul!
But lie stretching your libs and sleep;
Tomorrow when Eid ‘ll come
O you among friends naked shall creep!
Ah, there you’ll bitterly weep,
Where shall come call for adornment.
3
Today too you feel tired
But yesterday also, you didn’t spin;
O how long the Heavenly Kin
Ye fool! Shall confer His favour.
4
Though wheel be broke yet spin it
Till the yearn given to you is done;
And with accurst idleness O girl
Never your’self’, let you knit;
Who can at a new wheel sit
Knows not she if weaving at all?
5
Spinning malice in their hearts
Who may weave whatso fine;
Of these not a single twine,
The cotton lord ever accepted.
6
But spinning love in their hearts
Who weave whatso may coarse;
Of thse, the Lord doth endorse
All yarn without even weighin.
7
Shuttle twisted, threads entangled
O what do I but weave?
How long I bring to my wheel
All things from others, O I grieve;
Yet I shall shine I believe
Were HE to learn to me in His love.
8
Taking yarn in her apron
She roams from door to door;
I’m a weaver, ah poor,
O some one hlp me in the spinning.
9
Taking yarn in my apron
While I looked from door to door;
Ah, there breathing is none,
All my friends have gone to sleep.
10
Early in morning in their hearts
Who turn His wheel within;
Though they may not spin
Yet the cotton lord is very fond of them.
11
Cording when they weighed my cotton
Many tangles, they did to me bring
The Lord calling me unto Himself
Asked me O why such failing?
“Sir1 I was good-for-nothing
the knots could not be unraveled by me”.
1
Though yoube a skilled spinner
Yet spin not a wheel alone;
Seen had HE the All-Knowing One
Some knots in your human fibres.
2
Ah you’ll not spin O soul!
But lie stretching your libs and sleep;
Tomorrow when Eid ‘ll come
O you among friends naked shall creep!
Ah, there you’ll bitterly weep,
Where shall come call for adornment.
3
Today too you feel tired
But yesterday also, you didn’t spin;
O how long the Heavenly Kin
Ye fool! Shall confer His favour.
4
Though wheel be broke yet spin it
Till the yearn given to you is done;
And with accurst idleness O girl
Never your’self’, let you knit;
Who can at a new wheel sit
Knows not she if weaving at all?
5
Spinning malice in their hearts
Who may weave whatso fine;
Of these not a single twine,
The cotton lord ever accepted.
6
But spinning love in their hearts
Who weave whatso may coarse;
Of thse, the Lord doth endorse
All yarn without even weighin.
7
Shuttle twisted, threads entangled
O what do I but weave?
How long I bring to my wheel
All things from others, O I grieve;
Yet I shall shine I believe
Were HE to learn to me in His love.
8
Taking yarn in her apron
She roams from door to door;
I’m a weaver, ah poor,
O some one hlp me in the spinning.
9
Taking yarn in my apron
While I looked from door to door;
Ah, there breathing is none,
All my friends have gone to sleep.
10
Early in morning in their hearts
Who turn His wheel within;
Though they may not spin
Yet the cotton lord is very fond of them.
11
Cording when they weighed my cotton
Many tangles, they did to me bring
The Lord calling me unto Himself
Asked me O why such failing?
“Sir1 I was good-for-nothing
the knots could not be unraveled by me”.
SUR RAMKALI
CANTO I
1
Both yogis are in the world
Dispensing light, dispensing fire;
In me kindled who Desire,
O I’ld now live with out them;
2
Great many songs they sang
In all accents that there be;
Bless me! Bless me!
O ‘ld not now live without them.
3
Strains of thse yogis
Is great estate with me in world
They were before any word
All speaking iwht them did cease;
Of their state, O all thse
I’ld not now live without them.
4
Slept I on my wedding bed
O e their lowing conch waked up;
Who me shaked up,
O I’ld not now live without them.
5
Now either call me unto you
Or hale me by hidden chains;
Thy panth I ‘ve known now
Of thy harp, the spiritual strains;
What ‘re within thse the pains
O l’ld not now live without them.
6
Without now yogic strife
O I wish not on body my flesh;
Who is Spirit of the life
O I ‘ld not now lieve with out Him.
7
Their selfness they have lost all
In the ‘Selfness’, now threive;
In the Eternal who so strive
O I’ld not now live without them.
CANTO II
1
While first day I Knew Ogis
I strove to know their Life-Away;
They will not rest for a while
But love Him the whole day;
All the time they-saith Syed
Would in His pain, pine away;
Tat be alone with Him may,
They hide themselves from the folks.
CANTO III
1
Set out with nothing on shoulders
Like haves, have not having;
Craving deprived you of clothes
And clothes deprived you of craving;
Whose went his self un-saving
Went he the yogi truly yoked to Him
2
O goer! Thy hut grows to my eye
Some soaring thorn!
Why did you build it, O why
While go away you naked from it.
CANTO IV
1
If you aspire to be yogi
Then leave selfishness what so ever;
Who are slaves of the slaves
O be of these thou, the servitor;
By sword of forbearance
Cut away all thy spite, it murder;
That O naked, thy name be ever
Scribed among lovers of God.
2
Who are the dlaves of stomcach
They are mere pseudo-yogis;
They cultivate their own bellies
And are only dumps of dead matter.
CANTO V
1
All faces are Face of my Beloved
The arc of a praying place;
From tablet of heavenly-writ
Holy scriptues they would efface;
The gnosis and intellect flew off where
Not remained there even a trace;
All are HE-All His Grace
O where must I offer my prayer?
2
Leave not hair-knots like yogis
Nor light on paths fire for Sire,
Remember Him in the heart
And raise within that flame of Fire
Who feel for within the IT Entire
Nothing is more savoury to them.
3
To what truth thses godly fakirs
Act in world so srangley;
That neither they’re concerned with hell
Nor care for a meed heavenly;
That not with theists or atheist,
And they have to do, evenly;
Standing but announce who only
That Love must be won by all.
4
They’ave seen many a woe here
Winds, colds, and hunger;
Without shield of God so-ever
They find no any shelter in the world.
5
Now what you ask of yesterday?
And say not-today or tomorrow;
Take His yoke upon you now
Whom in heart you but inly know
Start on the way here enow!
Go observing vigils all the time.
CANTO VI
1
In heart they ever rejoice in Him
Outward they be saying what may;
They’ave drunk Him deep within
Him throughhuman cup of their clay;
Then all the doors leading to His way
Shut they have and locked up.
CANTO VII
1
They do no tbeg taking bowls
Nor cringe before their kin;
They’re adorers of God
So other doors deem but sin;
Their judgement seat is witin,
So why must they go to law-givers?
2
Those who do raise their hands
Had they known but raising of hands;
They had alms even in wasteland
And had ever renounced begging.
3
Let not be worshipped by others
Yoked to the yoga be, please;
People do make their servitors
O sir! This is but great disease take;
Wayfarers never enjoy ease,
They keep on going, naked ones.
CANTO VIII
1
Ah today in the abodes do not sing
Who were His way farers;
Those godly men are gone away
Me their haunts are only killing;
Who ‘ld life to the sould bring,
O those lover of God have left off.
2
Blessed be lord we lived in his time
he dispelled from hearts, fear and doubt;
To we the blind he pointed out
East and there offered light.
3
Blessed be Lord, we had lived
That we saw him, the naked fakir;
The spirit-bud had shriveled
It opened, and became a garden.
CANTO IX
1
As they seek the food, sought they if
The God, all thse people;
Come they had to tHis tabernacle
All their miseries also had gone.
2
Those who gathered in the world
But food and garment;
God away from them went
Still further and further, and further.
3
Still you’re asking me the path?
O be up, gone-Him to Hie;
Tomorrow every one will die
Today on His path, die you O traveler!
4
Whose meets you in His way
Good or bad, consummate love with him;
And who would not his consummate
Let you not talk with him aye;
Be yourself and come away
Never abandoning, path of Lord.
5
And seek not away from His lamps
The seeking is hard without their visions;
Many hundreds, thousands and millions
O this Blankness has blinded before.
6
And sitting in bower and bower
Do not see them as many and several;
Recongnise him the One Flower
This and that is the same HE;
7
Where there’s no sky, no empyrean,
Nor any trace of the land;
Nor any moon riseth where
Not sun with its burning brand;
There they had built their hut
The yogis-these lovers’ land;
Vary far iis their native strand
Him they see only in nothing-ness.
1
Both yogis are in the world
Dispensing light, dispensing fire;
In me kindled who Desire,
O I’ld now live with out them;
2
Great many songs they sang
In all accents that there be;
Bless me! Bless me!
O ‘ld not now live without them.
3
Strains of thse yogis
Is great estate with me in world
They were before any word
All speaking iwht them did cease;
Of their state, O all thse
I’ld not now live without them.
4
Slept I on my wedding bed
O e their lowing conch waked up;
Who me shaked up,
O I’ld not now live without them.
5
Now either call me unto you
Or hale me by hidden chains;
Thy panth I ‘ve known now
Of thy harp, the spiritual strains;
What ‘re within thse the pains
O l’ld not now live without them.
6
Without now yogic strife
O I wish not on body my flesh;
Who is Spirit of the life
O I ‘ld not now lieve with out Him.
7
Their selfness they have lost all
In the ‘Selfness’, now threive;
In the Eternal who so strive
O I’ld not now live without them.
CANTO II
1
While first day I Knew Ogis
I strove to know their Life-Away;
They will not rest for a while
But love Him the whole day;
All the time they-saith Syed
Would in His pain, pine away;
Tat be alone with Him may,
They hide themselves from the folks.
CANTO III
1
Set out with nothing on shoulders
Like haves, have not having;
Craving deprived you of clothes
And clothes deprived you of craving;
Whose went his self un-saving
Went he the yogi truly yoked to Him
2
O goer! Thy hut grows to my eye
Some soaring thorn!
Why did you build it, O why
While go away you naked from it.
CANTO IV
1
If you aspire to be yogi
Then leave selfishness what so ever;
Who are slaves of the slaves
O be of these thou, the servitor;
By sword of forbearance
Cut away all thy spite, it murder;
That O naked, thy name be ever
Scribed among lovers of God.
2
Who are the dlaves of stomcach
They are mere pseudo-yogis;
They cultivate their own bellies
And are only dumps of dead matter.
CANTO V
1
All faces are Face of my Beloved
The arc of a praying place;
From tablet of heavenly-writ
Holy scriptues they would efface;
The gnosis and intellect flew off where
Not remained there even a trace;
All are HE-All His Grace
O where must I offer my prayer?
2
Leave not hair-knots like yogis
Nor light on paths fire for Sire,
Remember Him in the heart
And raise within that flame of Fire
Who feel for within the IT Entire
Nothing is more savoury to them.
3
To what truth thses godly fakirs
Act in world so srangley;
That neither they’re concerned with hell
Nor care for a meed heavenly;
That not with theists or atheist,
And they have to do, evenly;
Standing but announce who only
That Love must be won by all.
4
They’ave seen many a woe here
Winds, colds, and hunger;
Without shield of God so-ever
They find no any shelter in the world.
5
Now what you ask of yesterday?
And say not-today or tomorrow;
Take His yoke upon you now
Whom in heart you but inly know
Start on the way here enow!
Go observing vigils all the time.
CANTO VI
1
In heart they ever rejoice in Him
Outward they be saying what may;
They’ave drunk Him deep within
Him throughhuman cup of their clay;
Then all the doors leading to His way
Shut they have and locked up.
CANTO VII
1
They do no tbeg taking bowls
Nor cringe before their kin;
They’re adorers of God
So other doors deem but sin;
Their judgement seat is witin,
So why must they go to law-givers?
2
Those who do raise their hands
Had they known but raising of hands;
They had alms even in wasteland
And had ever renounced begging.
3
Let not be worshipped by others
Yoked to the yoga be, please;
People do make their servitors
O sir! This is but great disease take;
Wayfarers never enjoy ease,
They keep on going, naked ones.
CANTO VIII
1
Ah today in the abodes do not sing
Who were His way farers;
Those godly men are gone away
Me their haunts are only killing;
Who ‘ld life to the sould bring,
O those lover of God have left off.
2
Blessed be lord we lived in his time
he dispelled from hearts, fear and doubt;
To we the blind he pointed out
East and there offered light.
3
Blessed be Lord, we had lived
That we saw him, the naked fakir;
The spirit-bud had shriveled
It opened, and became a garden.
CANTO IX
1
As they seek the food, sought they if
The God, all thse people;
Come they had to tHis tabernacle
All their miseries also had gone.
2
Those who gathered in the world
But food and garment;
God away from them went
Still further and further, and further.
3
Still you’re asking me the path?
O be up, gone-Him to Hie;
Tomorrow every one will die
Today on His path, die you O traveler!
4
Whose meets you in His way
Good or bad, consummate love with him;
And who would not his consummate
Let you not talk with him aye;
Be yourself and come away
Never abandoning, path of Lord.
5
And seek not away from His lamps
The seeking is hard without their visions;
Many hundreds, thousands and millions
O this Blankness has blinded before.
6
And sitting in bower and bower
Do not see them as many and several;
Recongnise him the One Flower
This and that is the same HE;
7
Where there’s no sky, no empyrean,
Nor any trace of the land;
Nor any moon riseth where
Not sun with its burning brand;
There they had built their hut
The yogis-these lovers’ land;
Vary far iis their native strand
Him they see only in nothing-ness.
SUR BURVO SINDHI
CANTO I
1
What for and wherefore, must you be
The serving slave of others?
Go to Hi, wait upon Him
Who is Lord of the whole universe!
HE’ll be happy among the creatures
Who love Lord, God of all hosts.
2
Were you to come to me, O but once
While I remember You!
Lay I eye-lashes before Thy feet
Hairs of head for thy seating bestrew;
And through all my life I knew
Me serving maid of yours.
3
Some near ones seem distant
Some distant ones, bnear and round;
Some never rise to rememberance
Some are always in soul’s ground
As rope is to horns bound
So I’m tied to Him, as buffalow.
4
All the people pray for wealth
I but all the while beg, HE;
Renounce I for such a Great Friend
O what my life al here be;
Mere His name has so happyed me
O what’ld be Vision ahead.
5
Some whiles HE closes windows
Some whiles even open the doors
Some whiles I come, not coming find,
some whiles HE Himself way shows
Some while I long for a loving word
Some whiles Himself, holds discourse;
O such is HE, All-Hallows,
My Love, my Friend, my Lord!
CANTO II
1
O Sir! As Thou art Great
In Thy Wisdom and Glory
Even so bestow upon me, O Lord!
Thy great kindness and mercy;
What boundless will be the bounty
That you perfect One! Throw me glance
. 2
Emerging from His home,
While HE walks I Heavenly Grace;
The earth hails hosanna, hosanna,
Paths run to kiss His pace;
Houris stand awe-stuck all
Hither thither, in each place;
Non has his like His face
By Him, HE is Handsome of all.
3
‘Tis fleeting, O ‘tis fleeting-this life
all chimney sweepers come to dust;
They’ll bathe and coffin you
And inter you in the earth to rust;
Measureing rod and shove! Must
Lie at head of every one of us.
CANTO III
1
People have abandoned sincerity
Each one shows what less he can;
See you now in wole the world
Every one eats, flesh of man;
Know ye Sir! Remains but here
What was alone thy scent as man;
In craft clothed is all clan
Only one be true-eart among them.
1
What for and wherefore, must you be
The serving slave of others?
Go to Hi, wait upon Him
Who is Lord of the whole universe!
HE’ll be happy among the creatures
Who love Lord, God of all hosts.
2
Were you to come to me, O but once
While I remember You!
Lay I eye-lashes before Thy feet
Hairs of head for thy seating bestrew;
And through all my life I knew
Me serving maid of yours.
3
Some near ones seem distant
Some distant ones, bnear and round;
Some never rise to rememberance
Some are always in soul’s ground
As rope is to horns bound
So I’m tied to Him, as buffalow.
4
All the people pray for wealth
I but all the while beg, HE;
Renounce I for such a Great Friend
O what my life al here be;
Mere His name has so happyed me
O what’ld be Vision ahead.
5
Some whiles HE closes windows
Some whiles even open the doors
Some whiles I come, not coming find,
some whiles HE Himself way shows
Some while I long for a loving word
Some whiles Himself, holds discourse;
O such is HE, All-Hallows,
My Love, my Friend, my Lord!
CANTO II
1
O Sir! As Thou art Great
In Thy Wisdom and Glory
Even so bestow upon me, O Lord!
Thy great kindness and mercy;
What boundless will be the bounty
That you perfect One! Throw me glance
. 2
Emerging from His home,
While HE walks I Heavenly Grace;
The earth hails hosanna, hosanna,
Paths run to kiss His pace;
Houris stand awe-stuck all
Hither thither, in each place;
Non has his like His face
By Him, HE is Handsome of all.
3
‘Tis fleeting, O ‘tis fleeting-this life
all chimney sweepers come to dust;
They’ll bathe and coffin you
And inter you in the earth to rust;
Measureing rod and shove! Must
Lie at head of every one of us.
CANTO III
1
People have abandoned sincerity
Each one shows what less he can;
See you now in wole the world
Every one eats, flesh of man;
Know ye Sir! Remains but here
What was alone thy scent as man;
In craft clothed is all clan
Only one be true-eart among them.
SUR KHAHORI
CANTO I
1
Seen I’ad them, O mother!
Seen who’ad All-Excellence;
Go you to the gret spirits
Pass a night with them O once;
That to you their rememberace
Be a floating raft in the mid-stream.
2
They are with their days
With their ways, with their ways, with theirs hills;
Where the sun scorching kills,
There they live and labour for Love.
3
There’s no want of way with them
They’re walking the way along;
They’ll before bring to you
What’s to you the way long;
Then they sing His Celestial Song
Where is HE and where be HE.
4
One may go the Way along
But going upon IT is very hard
Sends not to the sluggard,
The Way Itself the fare here.
5
I’ad seen those way-farers
Who had not any rest here;
Walking shall be out where
They all their days on the Way.
CANTO II
1
Those who knew of the Mount
Its village in drear desolation
Leaving their crops and collection
Went away they, it’s way-farers.
2
Perceived who is their hearts
The hamlet on the barren hill;
Leaving their studies, arts
Strove, went as wayfaers.
3
Descending deep in their selves
Knew who it on eminence;
Renouncing all their existence,
Struggled, went they as way-farers.
4
Treads not where foot of a bird
Flickers there a distant Fire;
Who shall in the love-shire
Light this but His wayfarers.
CANTO III
1
Go not near the beaten path
But to unpath press and push
Coming through the Burnign Bush
That come you out as Fire-brand.
2
Who went by jungle weren’t lost,
Of the beaten paths were plundered;
In dark not floundered
Who false way left, and false light.
3
Jungle burned plain became
Theieves lost all hiding place;
Desire and the desirer face
Now each other on open road.
4
Better is the barren place
Where’s sole HE, the soul of Love;
Get away from the man-grove
Where false are people, falsities.
5
Better is that darkly night
Where way to Him is wholly lost;
There is no further seeing Sight
And way too may be forgotten!
6
The night is dark and day is bright
‘tis the nature of the light;
Where’s but the Heavenly Sight
There’s no colour or its hue.
1
Seen I’ad them, O mother!
Seen who’ad All-Excellence;
Go you to the gret spirits
Pass a night with them O once;
That to you their rememberace
Be a floating raft in the mid-stream.
2
They are with their days
With their ways, with their ways, with theirs hills;
Where the sun scorching kills,
There they live and labour for Love.
3
There’s no want of way with them
They’re walking the way along;
They’ll before bring to you
What’s to you the way long;
Then they sing His Celestial Song
Where is HE and where be HE.
4
One may go the Way along
But going upon IT is very hard
Sends not to the sluggard,
The Way Itself the fare here.
5
I’ad seen those way-farers
Who had not any rest here;
Walking shall be out where
They all their days on the Way.
CANTO II
1
Those who knew of the Mount
Its village in drear desolation
Leaving their crops and collection
Went away they, it’s way-farers.
2
Perceived who is their hearts
The hamlet on the barren hill;
Leaving their studies, arts
Strove, went as wayfaers.
3
Descending deep in their selves
Knew who it on eminence;
Renouncing all their existence,
Struggled, went they as way-farers.
4
Treads not where foot of a bird
Flickers there a distant Fire;
Who shall in the love-shire
Light this but His wayfarers.
CANTO III
1
Go not near the beaten path
But to unpath press and push
Coming through the Burnign Bush
That come you out as Fire-brand.
2
Who went by jungle weren’t lost,
Of the beaten paths were plundered;
In dark not floundered
Who false way left, and false light.
3
Jungle burned plain became
Theieves lost all hiding place;
Desire and the desirer face
Now each other on open road.
4
Better is the barren place
Where’s sole HE, the soul of Love;
Get away from the man-grove
Where false are people, falsities.
5
Better is that darkly night
Where way to Him is wholly lost;
There is no further seeing Sight
And way too may be forgotten!
6
The night is dark and day is bright
‘tis the nature of the light;
Where’s but the Heavenly Sight
There’s no colour or its hue.
SUR RIP
CANTO I
1
“The pain of the Love O mother!
Has plunged my spirits in sorrow.”
“Know, who His path follow
this pain is pride of their life.”
2
As after rains wantonly sprout up
The weeds upon the earth;
HE’s while awy from my hearth
So do with me the sufferings.
3
What HE had kindled there
That fire still rages within!
O how can it die in,
Whose stirrer is the Love Himself?
4
Spirit won’t stop by coaxing
Nor would be waylaid by words;
Upon path wanders loitering,
And stand shall as tree in dust.
5
As I ‘ld remember so HE ‘ld come
So I shall be Him remembering;
His image in the core of my being
O has abided eer and always.
CANTO II
1
Woes in my secret bein
Are grown into great trees;
Tell not others do I thse,
And meets not me HE, alone.
2
Though they not be quite aright
Naught is wrong still with them;
All their coarse words despite
You cannot live except without them.
3
All reflect their different rays
As mirrors on a silken dress;
Who’re ever in your heart ways
How could you ever forsake them.
4
Ah very cold weathe is come
I’ave not any quilt or plaid
All my youth is passed away
None is friend, nor store I laid;
What could her estate be said
Who’as a straw hut for home.
5
When do winter winds blow
I’ave no with me quilt or plaid;
Only a cloth on my head
O I wrap and pull i all the night.
6
What had potter put in me
And kneaded in my native clay;
Had they ever known of it
O who now the asses bray;
All would perish on this day
And mourning won’t stop here again.
7
Go you learn the love, my friend!
Out from the potter’s kiln;
All day long it burns within,
And not a sigh doth it breathe out.
1
“The pain of the Love O mother!
Has plunged my spirits in sorrow.”
“Know, who His path follow
this pain is pride of their life.”
2
As after rains wantonly sprout up
The weeds upon the earth;
HE’s while awy from my hearth
So do with me the sufferings.
3
What HE had kindled there
That fire still rages within!
O how can it die in,
Whose stirrer is the Love Himself?
4
Spirit won’t stop by coaxing
Nor would be waylaid by words;
Upon path wanders loitering,
And stand shall as tree in dust.
5
As I ‘ld remember so HE ‘ld come
So I shall be Him remembering;
His image in the core of my being
O has abided eer and always.
CANTO II
1
Woes in my secret bein
Are grown into great trees;
Tell not others do I thse,
And meets not me HE, alone.
2
Though they not be quite aright
Naught is wrong still with them;
All their coarse words despite
You cannot live except without them.
3
All reflect their different rays
As mirrors on a silken dress;
Who’re ever in your heart ways
How could you ever forsake them.
4
Ah very cold weathe is come
I’ave not any quilt or plaid
All my youth is passed away
None is friend, nor store I laid;
What could her estate be said
Who’as a straw hut for home.
5
When do winter winds blow
I’ave no with me quilt or plaid;
Only a cloth on my head
O I wrap and pull i all the night.
6
What had potter put in me
And kneaded in my native clay;
Had they ever known of it
O who now the asses bray;
All would perish on this day
And mourning won’t stop here again.
7
Go you learn the love, my friend!
Out from the potter’s kiln;
All day long it burns within,
And not a sigh doth it breathe out.
SUR RIP
CANTO I
1
“The pain of the Love O mother!
Has plunged my spirits in sorrow.”
“Know, who His path follow
this pain is pride of their life.”
2
As after rains wantonly sprout up
The weeds upon the earth;
HE’s while awy from my hearth
So do with me the sufferings.
3
What HE had kindled there
That fire still rages within!
O how can it die in,
Whose stirrer is the Love Himself?
4
Spirit won’t stop by coaxing
Nor would be waylaid by words;
Upon path wanders loitering,
And stand shall as tree in dust.
5
As I ‘ld remember so HE ‘ld come
So I shall be Him remembering;
His image in the core of my being
O has abided eer and always.
CANTO II
1
Woes in my secret bein
Are grown into great trees;
Tell not others do I thse,
And meets not me HE, alone.
2
Though they not be quite aright
Naught is wrong still with them;
All their coarse words despite
You cannot live except without them.
3
All reflect their different rays
As mirrors on a silken dress;
Who’re ever in your heart ways
How could you ever forsake them.
4
Ah very cold weathe is come
I’ave not any quilt or plaid
All my youth is passed away
None is friend, nor store I laid;
What could her estate be said
Who’as a straw hut for home.
5
When do winter winds blow
I’ave no with me quilt or plaid;
Only a cloth on my head
O I wrap and pull i all the night.
6
What had potter put in me
And kneaded in my native clay;
Had they ever known of it
O who now the asses bray;
All would perish on this day
And mourning won’t stop here again.
7
Go you learn the love, my friend!
Out from the potter’s kiln;
All day long it burns within,
And not a sigh doth it breathe out.
1
“The pain of the Love O mother!
Has plunged my spirits in sorrow.”
“Know, who His path follow
this pain is pride of their life.”
2
As after rains wantonly sprout up
The weeds upon the earth;
HE’s while awy from my hearth
So do with me the sufferings.
3
What HE had kindled there
That fire still rages within!
O how can it die in,
Whose stirrer is the Love Himself?
4
Spirit won’t stop by coaxing
Nor would be waylaid by words;
Upon path wanders loitering,
And stand shall as tree in dust.
5
As I ‘ld remember so HE ‘ld come
So I shall be Him remembering;
His image in the core of my being
O has abided eer and always.
CANTO II
1
Woes in my secret bein
Are grown into great trees;
Tell not others do I thse,
And meets not me HE, alone.
2
Though they not be quite aright
Naught is wrong still with them;
All their coarse words despite
You cannot live except without them.
3
All reflect their different rays
As mirrors on a silken dress;
Who’re ever in your heart ways
How could you ever forsake them.
4
Ah very cold weathe is come
I’ave not any quilt or plaid
All my youth is passed away
None is friend, nor store I laid;
What could her estate be said
Who’as a straw hut for home.
5
When do winter winds blow
I’ave no with me quilt or plaid;
Only a cloth on my head
O I wrap and pull i all the night.
6
What had potter put in me
And kneaded in my native clay;
Had they ever known of it
O who now the asses bray;
All would perish on this day
And mourning won’t stop here again.
7
Go you learn the love, my friend!
Out from the potter’s kiln;
All day long it burns within,
And not a sigh doth it breathe out.
SUR ASSA
CANTO I
1
Struggle I in unlimitedness
Find I not limit to His love;
And of Beauty of the Beloved
Know I not any bound or boundness;
Here is so much longingness
There but seems all un-concern.
2
Do away with my duality O Sir!
Hold me away from my I –ness;
Stop my ‘I’ before your Thyness,
‘Thou’ only can reach the ‘Thee’.
3
“Thou only can reach the Thee O Sir!
The Beautiful to the Beautiful One”
There’s no any other way O none,
If you could understand this O dualist!
4
This is also your dualism
As you deem not yourself dualist;
Lose this I-ness all
And get away from this egotism;
Go where, neither is the I-ism
Nor is HE, without the ‘I’;
5
Nor is HE without the ‘I’
Nor ‘I’ is from Him, apart;
“I am secret of man, he Mine”
weigh this within thy heart;
‘Tis what all did impart
the Gnostics and lovers who did know.
6
“I am servant and Thou Master!
There’s no un-belief in it or doubt;
Yet who are Thy lovers, O lord!
They would Thee as self shout;”
So what they say Him about
It’s all in faith and rightness.
7
Thus, so long you see yourself
No worship for you is right;
Lose of thyself first the sight
Then raise you but the chant for God.
8
Find you your’self’ as long O Sir!
Ther’s no kneeling before Him so yet;
First selfhood of you forget
Then say the name of God.
9
‘Tis such an abnegation
that raised the servant to Master;
As outward they can’t be identified
So inward in indentification;
Of this all the mystification
How could it further be said?
10
What you seek as Love
Then ask not for image of the Lord;
That is the Real Word
What can’t be known face to face.
11
Though without image can’t be known
Yet think not of His image at all;
Like a child remain but unknown
In your innocence, lose self-consiousness.
12
Lost who thus their consciousness
They found theselves in the God;
There’s no prayers for them now
Kneeling, prostration, to the Holiness;
Abrogating their owness,
They find themselves in All-Existence
CANTO II
1
If at morning as the first thing
They open but, view not Him;
O I’ll scoop them out and fling
My both eyes to the carrion crows.
2
But these my twain ones
Have done to me great goodness;
They’ld only Him witness
Though I raise them to an ass.
3
So first thing up in the morning
Offer your eyes unto Him.;
In this you would to them bring,
A great feast for whole of the day.
4
What some beauties yesterday
They had seen my eyes;
That only now within them
Their splendour doth rise;
Whold see Him in such-wise
O he’ld be happy ever and ever more.
5
See you against common sigth
Incline your eyes inly;
If the world sees in one way
Look you in by the other light;
See you Him through in-sight
Behold you over, beyond the back.
Keep you hence those eyes
See you Him only by whom;
Allow not them any other wise!
O HE is quite jealous, of all the others.
CANTO III
1
Enticing you wit their illusions
They’ld one day betray you leave;
O worldly beauties do not believe
And trust not your earthly eyes;
2
Me mother! The Beauty has combed,
And combed like a card-spinner;
All strength is gone the inner
Let have hands and lifting now!
3
Neither HE abides in their sight
Nor in their insight His Image-presence;
Their’s onl is vain an existence
Empty, hollow, and rattling.
4
O come, be seated in m eyes
That I close them upon there ;
That the world, see you not where
And I also not any other without You!
5
Put not in mouth of donkeys, O Sir!
This my distressful plight;
Lest on some ripe night,
It be very difficult for me to express.
CANTO IV
1
Work with your hands, out there
But look in within thy eyes and see;
O cross the dooryard where
Stands HE over, upon the threshold.
2
For whom we would long and long
That ‘Love’ is we, our own Self;
Now be gone ye illusive wrong!
We’ave known our self rightly.
3
Were yo to see, the Real Seeing
You’ld call every thing but HE;
O dualist doubt not ever Thee!
This Thou then blind one!”
4
This’s not the true faith
As you call yourself-ayer of Kalman;
Deceit is in your heart
And also the duality and satan;
Byfaceyou’re musulman
But in heart the worst of idolators.
5
False are you to your idols
Call not yourself an idolator!
Hindu aren’t you in the least,
Thread is not on you the profper;
Adorn those with the tilak ever
Who’re faithful to idol-worship.
6
Thy visage is like to the moses’
But within you’re worse than devil;
O why not the Mephistopheles
Cast you not away from you.
7
Though learned he court-language
Yet same bond-slave is he;
Who is tied to the two words
How can call himself noble-man free;
The thirsty asks for water
And for food even as hungry;
O he is common of commonality
And cannot be of high-breed.
8
The truth can not be trapped in gate
His love cannot be controlled by law;
When the River isin spate
Walls of staw stand not before.
9
Me my friend, bound up hand and feet
And cast into deep waters;
And standing over gave orders
See that you wet not your vesture.
1
Struggle I in unlimitedness
Find I not limit to His love;
And of Beauty of the Beloved
Know I not any bound or boundness;
Here is so much longingness
There but seems all un-concern.
2
Do away with my duality O Sir!
Hold me away from my I –ness;
Stop my ‘I’ before your Thyness,
‘Thou’ only can reach the ‘Thee’.
3
“Thou only can reach the Thee O Sir!
The Beautiful to the Beautiful One”
There’s no any other way O none,
If you could understand this O dualist!
4
This is also your dualism
As you deem not yourself dualist;
Lose this I-ness all
And get away from this egotism;
Go where, neither is the I-ism
Nor is HE, without the ‘I’;
5
Nor is HE without the ‘I’
Nor ‘I’ is from Him, apart;
“I am secret of man, he Mine”
weigh this within thy heart;
‘Tis what all did impart
the Gnostics and lovers who did know.
6
“I am servant and Thou Master!
There’s no un-belief in it or doubt;
Yet who are Thy lovers, O lord!
They would Thee as self shout;”
So what they say Him about
It’s all in faith and rightness.
7
Thus, so long you see yourself
No worship for you is right;
Lose of thyself first the sight
Then raise you but the chant for God.
8
Find you your’self’ as long O Sir!
Ther’s no kneeling before Him so yet;
First selfhood of you forget
Then say the name of God.
9
‘Tis such an abnegation
that raised the servant to Master;
As outward they can’t be identified
So inward in indentification;
Of this all the mystification
How could it further be said?
10
What you seek as Love
Then ask not for image of the Lord;
That is the Real Word
What can’t be known face to face.
11
Though without image can’t be known
Yet think not of His image at all;
Like a child remain but unknown
In your innocence, lose self-consiousness.
12
Lost who thus their consciousness
They found theselves in the God;
There’s no prayers for them now
Kneeling, prostration, to the Holiness;
Abrogating their owness,
They find themselves in All-Existence
CANTO II
1
If at morning as the first thing
They open but, view not Him;
O I’ll scoop them out and fling
My both eyes to the carrion crows.
2
But these my twain ones
Have done to me great goodness;
They’ld only Him witness
Though I raise them to an ass.
3
So first thing up in the morning
Offer your eyes unto Him.;
In this you would to them bring,
A great feast for whole of the day.
4
What some beauties yesterday
They had seen my eyes;
That only now within them
Their splendour doth rise;
Whold see Him in such-wise
O he’ld be happy ever and ever more.
5
See you against common sigth
Incline your eyes inly;
If the world sees in one way
Look you in by the other light;
See you Him through in-sight
Behold you over, beyond the back.
Keep you hence those eyes
See you Him only by whom;
Allow not them any other wise!
O HE is quite jealous, of all the others.
CANTO III
1
Enticing you wit their illusions
They’ld one day betray you leave;
O worldly beauties do not believe
And trust not your earthly eyes;
2
Me mother! The Beauty has combed,
And combed like a card-spinner;
All strength is gone the inner
Let have hands and lifting now!
3
Neither HE abides in their sight
Nor in their insight His Image-presence;
Their’s onl is vain an existence
Empty, hollow, and rattling.
4
O come, be seated in m eyes
That I close them upon there ;
That the world, see you not where
And I also not any other without You!
5
Put not in mouth of donkeys, O Sir!
This my distressful plight;
Lest on some ripe night,
It be very difficult for me to express.
CANTO IV
1
Work with your hands, out there
But look in within thy eyes and see;
O cross the dooryard where
Stands HE over, upon the threshold.
2
For whom we would long and long
That ‘Love’ is we, our own Self;
Now be gone ye illusive wrong!
We’ave known our self rightly.
3
Were yo to see, the Real Seeing
You’ld call every thing but HE;
O dualist doubt not ever Thee!
This Thou then blind one!”
4
This’s not the true faith
As you call yourself-ayer of Kalman;
Deceit is in your heart
And also the duality and satan;
Byfaceyou’re musulman
But in heart the worst of idolators.
5
False are you to your idols
Call not yourself an idolator!
Hindu aren’t you in the least,
Thread is not on you the profper;
Adorn those with the tilak ever
Who’re faithful to idol-worship.
6
Thy visage is like to the moses’
But within you’re worse than devil;
O why not the Mephistopheles
Cast you not away from you.
7
Though learned he court-language
Yet same bond-slave is he;
Who is tied to the two words
How can call himself noble-man free;
The thirsty asks for water
And for food even as hungry;
O he is common of commonality
And cannot be of high-breed.
8
The truth can not be trapped in gate
His love cannot be controlled by law;
When the River isin spate
Walls of staw stand not before.
9
Me my friend, bound up hand and feet
And cast into deep waters;
And standing over gave orders
See that you wet not your vesture.
SUR SARANG
CANTO I
1
There is darkening in sky,
O see there clouds are rising
Soon it’ld be raining hard
Drive to pastures flocks thy
Leave low-lands debounch on plains
Carry with yu season’s supply
O sit not there dour and dry
Despairing in grace of God.
2
Today too from northward
Cuckoo is giving spring’s calls
Farmers are preparing ploughs
Folks are happy on the rain-falls;
HE has donned His over-alls
O today too of His benediction.
3
O showers! Had you but learned
To rain down like my eyes
Day and night from skies,
O you’ad never stopped dribbling.
4
Comes down upon His lover
Today HE in sheets and turrents;
Away ye famine-pedlar!
The Rain has shown His face to us.
CANTO II
1
The rains ad the Love dispense
In on one and the same way
When they would dress to come
Messenger-clouds would first send away;
O I’ld as cloud ever on, stay
Were HE to come illuming my horizons.
CANTO III
O comes HE illuming my horizons,
My Love like as monsoon rains;
Wished who for all lives on ones
HE shall pour down in profusion.
CANTO IV
1
Again HE has sky set over us,
For re-sending His rainy season;
Lighting are flashing about
See the clouds in every direction;;
Some are hurring to Istanbul
Some haste to the western horizon;
Some do hie to China
And some to Samarkand make the run;
Some are racing out to Rome,
Some to Kabul Qandhar take the turn;
Some to Delhi, some to Deccan;
Some to Girnar bear the burden;
Some are wrestling over Jesalmir
And betow on Bekanir the divin donation;
Some have soaked all of Buj
And some descend to the Dut region;
Some push on, out to Umerkot
Some burst upon Walhar basin;
O God! Bring ever on Sindh
Ever-abudance all foison;
O Thou All-Love, All-Benison!
Prosper all the countries of world.
1
There is darkening in sky,
O see there clouds are rising
Soon it’ld be raining hard
Drive to pastures flocks thy
Leave low-lands debounch on plains
Carry with yu season’s supply
O sit not there dour and dry
Despairing in grace of God.
2
Today too from northward
Cuckoo is giving spring’s calls
Farmers are preparing ploughs
Folks are happy on the rain-falls;
HE has donned His over-alls
O today too of His benediction.
3
O showers! Had you but learned
To rain down like my eyes
Day and night from skies,
O you’ad never stopped dribbling.
4
Comes down upon His lover
Today HE in sheets and turrents;
Away ye famine-pedlar!
The Rain has shown His face to us.
CANTO II
1
The rains ad the Love dispense
In on one and the same way
When they would dress to come
Messenger-clouds would first send away;
O I’ld as cloud ever on, stay
Were HE to come illuming my horizons.
CANTO III
O comes HE illuming my horizons,
My Love like as monsoon rains;
Wished who for all lives on ones
HE shall pour down in profusion.
CANTO IV
1
Again HE has sky set over us,
For re-sending His rainy season;
Lighting are flashing about
See the clouds in every direction;;
Some are hurring to Istanbul
Some haste to the western horizon;
Some do hie to China
And some to Samarkand make the run;
Some are racing out to Rome,
Some to Kabul Qandhar take the turn;
Some to Delhi, some to Deccan;
Some to Girnar bear the burden;
Some are wrestling over Jesalmir
And betow on Bekanir the divin donation;
Some have soaked all of Buj
And some descend to the Dut region;
Some push on, out to Umerkot
Some burst upon Walhar basin;
O God! Bring ever on Sindh
Ever-abudance all foison;
O Thou All-Love, All-Benison!
Prosper all the countries of world.
SUR SORATH
CANTO I
1
Placing his hope in God, set out he
The heavenly minstrel
The bard adorned the harp
With many a tassel, coloured tinsel;
Palace of the earthly ord
He viewed afa, the muse-angel;
Anon to the-skyey-Lord
He down in his prayers fell
“Grant me O Song Celestial
that win I him by your heavenly grace.
2
Walking from a far country
I’m come to thy worldy palace;
I ask for your bounty
O I give call for only heads and heads.”
3
Hearing of your wordly glory
I’m come here a far habitatn;
Know I not, the manner to beg
O I am but all ignorant;
To me such an alms grant
As take away Sir! My temptations.”
4
“Come I to your door O Lord!
Leaving doors all others;
The beggar asks for nothing else
Only this at lordly your’s
That vouchsafe him, such favours
As sing he ccould in peace here.”
CANTO II
1
Now in humility he began to sing
Pluncking up hisheart-string;
The Lord reosing on royal bed
Heard there the strains ring;
Sends he for him unto him
Who did such a sound sing;
And in palace him hearing
The hearer and singer became on.
2
Only few people understand, mystry of the muse and hear;
And those who understood
They had access toHim, in divine art;
“I am secret of man and he Mine”
O hwat does it but impart;
The God and man, both apart
Became they one in singing bards.
3
Being enthused earthly lord
Lavished on singer great reward;
Singing again his songs to him
Returned the same saying the bard;
“I’ve no need of wordly wealth
nor am I of wordly-ward;
For His sake O me but award
The head that is on shoulders thine”.
4
Taking a beggar’s bowl I not begged
Nor am I of te breed;
I’ave in stalls at my home
Many a great and good steed;
How could be for an elephant
I my harp so pluck need?
Of thy head only the meed
O seek I but my dear sir!
5
He asks for head, seeks for head
And save head is not satisfied
He passes not humble spirits
Strikes dead but the dignified;
Bends them down before him
Who go about here glorified;
The Creator Spirit justified
Thus ways of God to all creatures
6
O come ye not ever again
The carol-singer heavenly;
Who’as ever in heart abiding
The talk of head, for Truth only
Many a crew O worldy
Hurled you down upon the earth.
CANTO III
Come he would to palces
The harp in hand crawling;
Song of head he’ld sing
To the world, dancing and calling;
Without the meed go shall not
Except heads, he hauling;
The forts ‘ld come, down falling
Rise ‘ld cries in kingly courts.
2
There is no medium between
The bard and the Heaven’s King;
What is in the heart of bard
Same do the Heavenly strings ring
What is there the very thing
Is same here, the both are one.
3
“Had there been on my shoulders
thousands and thousands of heads;
On every touch of your threads
O I shall I cut all, one by one”
4
“ The real giving is very heard
though giving head is quite easy
And giving it to the poesy
O’tis very great and greater pain.”
5
“So what belongs to ehar-strings
gather ye all in apron lay ;
O select me not turn away
Come I am from a far distance”.
CANTO IV
1
“Welcome bard! That came youin
catch up I now with thyr clue
The secret language that you sang
I now it inwardly knew
In bowl what I offer you
O take that and now be content”.
2
"Cut my head and be content
come not this-wise and beg me;
Keep I but at feet of Thee
All my world and all my things.”
3
Reconciled were all the three
Song, sword, and the head;
“O ‘Twas not worth my head
that you did so thence tread;
Great thanks O Dear Dread!
That asked Thee for my life only.
1
Placing his hope in God, set out he
The heavenly minstrel
The bard adorned the harp
With many a tassel, coloured tinsel;
Palace of the earthly ord
He viewed afa, the muse-angel;
Anon to the-skyey-Lord
He down in his prayers fell
“Grant me O Song Celestial
that win I him by your heavenly grace.
2
Walking from a far country
I’m come to thy worldy palace;
I ask for your bounty
O I give call for only heads and heads.”
3
Hearing of your wordly glory
I’m come here a far habitatn;
Know I not, the manner to beg
O I am but all ignorant;
To me such an alms grant
As take away Sir! My temptations.”
4
“Come I to your door O Lord!
Leaving doors all others;
The beggar asks for nothing else
Only this at lordly your’s
That vouchsafe him, such favours
As sing he ccould in peace here.”
CANTO II
1
Now in humility he began to sing
Pluncking up hisheart-string;
The Lord reosing on royal bed
Heard there the strains ring;
Sends he for him unto him
Who did such a sound sing;
And in palace him hearing
The hearer and singer became on.
2
Only few people understand, mystry of the muse and hear;
And those who understood
They had access toHim, in divine art;
“I am secret of man and he Mine”
O hwat does it but impart;
The God and man, both apart
Became they one in singing bards.
3
Being enthused earthly lord
Lavished on singer great reward;
Singing again his songs to him
Returned the same saying the bard;
“I’ve no need of wordly wealth
nor am I of wordly-ward;
For His sake O me but award
The head that is on shoulders thine”.
4
Taking a beggar’s bowl I not begged
Nor am I of te breed;
I’ave in stalls at my home
Many a great and good steed;
How could be for an elephant
I my harp so pluck need?
Of thy head only the meed
O seek I but my dear sir!
5
He asks for head, seeks for head
And save head is not satisfied
He passes not humble spirits
Strikes dead but the dignified;
Bends them down before him
Who go about here glorified;
The Creator Spirit justified
Thus ways of God to all creatures
6
O come ye not ever again
The carol-singer heavenly;
Who’as ever in heart abiding
The talk of head, for Truth only
Many a crew O worldy
Hurled you down upon the earth.
CANTO III
Come he would to palces
The harp in hand crawling;
Song of head he’ld sing
To the world, dancing and calling;
Without the meed go shall not
Except heads, he hauling;
The forts ‘ld come, down falling
Rise ‘ld cries in kingly courts.
2
There is no medium between
The bard and the Heaven’s King;
What is in the heart of bard
Same do the Heavenly strings ring
What is there the very thing
Is same here, the both are one.
3
“Had there been on my shoulders
thousands and thousands of heads;
On every touch of your threads
O I shall I cut all, one by one”
4
“ The real giving is very heard
though giving head is quite easy
And giving it to the poesy
O’tis very great and greater pain.”
5
“So what belongs to ehar-strings
gather ye all in apron lay ;
O select me not turn away
Come I am from a far distance”.
CANTO IV
1
“Welcome bard! That came youin
catch up I now with thyr clue
The secret language that you sang
I now it inwardly knew
In bowl what I offer you
O take that and now be content”.
2
"Cut my head and be content
come not this-wise and beg me;
Keep I but at feet of Thee
All my world and all my things.”
3
Reconciled were all the three
Song, sword, and the head;
“O ‘Twas not worth my head
that you did so thence tread;
Great thanks O Dear Dread!
That asked Thee for my life only.
SUR GHATOO
CANTO I
1
Perplexed were great knowers
And came old veterans to wits end
Went they riding on rising tide
Soon but did in dark descend;
The present or past trend,
Were forgotten by thse old fighters.
2
Such was disaster in the deep
That who so went was swept away;
There did a monster creep,
And to no one, he’ld let it know
3
Whent who scouring deep in dark
Such real fighters came to it
Killed they him, cloven-foot
See their faces hwo they shine.
4
If you wish to enter the wea
Then dye your nets in deep colour;
Who would with that monster
Make friends in the dark of deep.
5
In skirt catch you little fish
So kill you how must monster?
Take you to the sea, strong
Some lines, hooks, and sinker!
O marshes are these mere,
The hoary ocean is yet ahead.
1
Perplexed were great knowers
And came old veterans to wits end
Went they riding on rising tide
Soon but did in dark descend;
The present or past trend,
Were forgotten by thse old fighters.
2
Such was disaster in the deep
That who so went was swept away;
There did a monster creep,
And to no one, he’ld let it know
3
Whent who scouring deep in dark
Such real fighters came to it
Killed they him, cloven-foot
See their faces hwo they shine.
4
If you wish to enter the wea
Then dye your nets in deep colour;
Who would with that monster
Make friends in the dark of deep.
5
In skirt catch you little fish
So kill you how must monster?
Take you to the sea, strong
Some lines, hooks, and sinker!
O marshes are these mere,
The hoary ocean is yet ahead.
SUR KAMOD
CANTO I
1
Thoug art Lord and I sevant
Inme is birth of all the sins
Seeing queens of high origins
O spurn not me away from you.
2
Thou art King, I fisher’s maid,
In me all the ills excel;
Finding in me the fish smell,
Do not O Sir disown me.
3
Thou art Lord God of hosts,
The lowly-born I earthling
Being nearer to You O King!
But I ask pardon for my folks.
4
Fish their food their all estate
Flesh, bones, and fishing kit;
Yet them made, Lord His
Who were of such poor spirit
“O Sir! Who are sans all merit
those my folks, take to thy care.
5
Who but wallow in the mud
And go about naked in laks;
Comes HE to them for her sake
Sits with them in thatched huts.
6
Fishers being familiar now
All the time unto Him come
Each young and old, man and woman
Would hie to His palatial home
Be they at Kinjhar or Rome
Rewarded by Him are all alike.
7
She would not catch the fish now
Nor kill nor cut nor sell it;
Her basket she lowers to Love
And looks in with longing spirit;
And takes to that holy habit
That is practiced in Lordly house.
8
Away, out ye! High-born queens!
Arrive who arrogance-dight
In, within ye! Kinjhar-borns!
Lowly love, who Heavenly Wight.”
Amidst the queens last night
The fishergirl got the love-jewel.
CANTO II
Beneath is water above grass
Up on marge the trees grow;
Lover and Beloved both in boat
In Kinjhar shall ride and row
And when there north-winds blow
The lake becomes as cradle-bad.
2
Beneath is water above grass
Around the lotus flowers float;
Waft winds as from boat
The lake becomes scene of scent.
3
“Wash up all your huts O fishers!
Lord of of hosts doth come to you
Put away pains, O poor folks!
Do your dooryards all a new.”
Comes HE to Kinjhar’s crew
And opens His fold to all of them.
4
What a wine she carried in eyes
In both her bowls offering it;
That brought the Lord of land to her
Drew Him to her dear spirit;
That taking Himself fishing kit
With her goes HE to the lake.
1
Thoug art Lord and I sevant
Inme is birth of all the sins
Seeing queens of high origins
O spurn not me away from you.
2
Thou art King, I fisher’s maid,
In me all the ills excel;
Finding in me the fish smell,
Do not O Sir disown me.
3
Thou art Lord God of hosts,
The lowly-born I earthling
Being nearer to You O King!
But I ask pardon for my folks.
4
Fish their food their all estate
Flesh, bones, and fishing kit;
Yet them made, Lord His
Who were of such poor spirit
“O Sir! Who are sans all merit
those my folks, take to thy care.
5
Who but wallow in the mud
And go about naked in laks;
Comes HE to them for her sake
Sits with them in thatched huts.
6
Fishers being familiar now
All the time unto Him come
Each young and old, man and woman
Would hie to His palatial home
Be they at Kinjhar or Rome
Rewarded by Him are all alike.
7
She would not catch the fish now
Nor kill nor cut nor sell it;
Her basket she lowers to Love
And looks in with longing spirit;
And takes to that holy habit
That is practiced in Lordly house.
8
Away, out ye! High-born queens!
Arrive who arrogance-dight
In, within ye! Kinjhar-borns!
Lowly love, who Heavenly Wight.”
Amidst the queens last night
The fishergirl got the love-jewel.
CANTO II
Beneath is water above grass
Up on marge the trees grow;
Lover and Beloved both in boat
In Kinjhar shall ride and row
And when there north-winds blow
The lake becomes as cradle-bad.
2
Beneath is water above grass
Around the lotus flowers float;
Waft winds as from boat
The lake becomes scene of scent.
3
“Wash up all your huts O fishers!
Lord of of hosts doth come to you
Put away pains, O poor folks!
Do your dooryards all a new.”
Comes HE to Kinjhar’s crew
And opens His fold to all of them.
4
What a wine she carried in eyes
In both her bowls offering it;
That brought the Lord of land to her
Drew Him to her dear spirit;
That taking Himself fishing kit
With her goes HE to the lake.
SUR MARUI
CANTO I
1
Neither was there “Be and Become”
Nor any flesh or skelton;
Nor in body was made Adam,
Yet the Lord of creation;
O I’ave with Thee my filiation
Since then I know my Dear Lord!
2
The fate has fettered me here
Else, who’ld come in this carapace;
What was written in my scroll
That has led me to this place
Now without Lord of love
This body and soul, find not the solace;
So grant O Heavenly Grace
That meet her parents, this poor prisoner.
CANTO II
1
On cloak’re patches knit
And shawl is torn to shreds
Prents shall send me clothes
O I’ld not at spin-wheel sit;
Now in what he did he me fit
O preserve sanctity of the vesture.
2
She mends and mends skirt
But her love won’t vulgarize, may
The shawl is rent at edges
Ad it but stitching she would say;
“O lest some one against me lay,
shamed I mays of my country.”
CANTO III
1
Equal to gold ae the rags
What did HE deck me in;
Offer not unto me O lmp!
Your suits of silk and satin;
Better is a thread of the Kin,
Of my shawl, I war on shoulders,.
2
In this shawl were wedded I to him
In clothes these to love of land
Equal to your golden threads
HE bund on my writst cotton-band;
So hwo upon my body stand
I, silk of thine o Satan!
3
‘Tis not manner of my breed
to sell love for gold and silver;
So coming to this calaboose
I’ld not commit any unchaste deed;
My love for huts of reed,
O I shall not trade for your palaces.
CANTO IV
1
Standing in prison tower
I raised my face to my homeland;
Looking out fell from my eyes
Tears in torrential shower;
A cry went from the heart
Raising there keen and clamour;
Ah Kith and Kin not ever
Did care for me in their huts.
2
Had they had cared for me a bit
Slave had not remember’d prison;
But there perhaps O you
I have been forgotten by them.
3
Be draggling through mire of world
For whom went I;
O they did not care a whit for me
Nor for a moment shall come by
Their curtains cut my heart
Their closetsmake me cry
O it’s in this pain, I shall die
The preson walls else can’t kill me!
CANTO V
1
Ah me! All beauty I’ave lost
And dirty has become this face;
And I’ave to go to the place
Where’s no going without an elegance.
2
Ah me! All elegance I’ave lost,
By coming in to this place;
How in this dire disgrace,
Should i go, O how my sisters!
3
Ah me! My beauty I’ave lost,
So how shall I behold the Belove;
Whome the Shepherd had wedded
How that girl live without Him?
CANTO VI
1
Immaculate as I’ad come here
O were I to go back as same;
As though of red rubies, sayth Latif
On me the rain but came
But for all life this tower
Has now stained my name
I became censurable to Him
Being here, O thus to blame
O my head in this shame,
How would I raise before my parents.
2
O God! Be not so, that I die
In this dark dismal prison;
The body bound up in chains
Day and night doth weep and cry
O first to homeland go I
Then come to end m days-over here.
3
Hand-cffs for the hands
Are harnessed of Him, on my heart
O staying at thse strands
I’ad not covenanted for ever.
4
Chains have undone me here
The loads and drags mercilessly;
Yet I will not of the lmp
The ornaments adorn on my bod
O sisters! Pray all for me
That sanctity of shawl I- preserve.
CANTO VII
1
There’s no curb nor controlling
Nor any levy in the land
Plucking red red roses
Bring in maid, put in Manger-stand
People are priceless of strand
And their homeland, ever-smiling Kingdom
CANTO VIII
1
Whispers HE ever in my heart
So how I forget the Spouse;
“HE is not like unto anything”
and I know him not by the Nous;
HE’as built in me within His house
O far from me in nothingness.
They rise early in the morning
That the water in Well is deep;
The drawers get not in day
Who here do lately sleep;
O me but they did sweep
From brink of very Well, these imps.
CANTO IX
1
“Twas their sign, they were foot passengers
with al their assets, trekking;
Ah those virtrous ones migrating
Passed out from this sandy desert”.
2
“Living on this wasteland d
they had spent some days here;
Ah but never again came in
Any messenger from their strand
They ‘are faded like blown sand
Ah with whom I passed incarnations.”
CANTO X
1
“Thinking them as aliens
the trees that you cut and threw away.
O how those dry one know may
If rains had fallen on Malir”.
2
A cameleer has come in from there
With message from Him, true and certain;
That “forget you not me O girl
And die not in prisoner’s pain
Soon you shall be free again
Only some days are you in slavery.”
3
“Thy friends do thou remember
thy Truth they love and cherish;
Send, “sans Him not , never flourish
Godl here deem but dreoss only”
4
As oysters of sea are hopeful
In gracious rains from sky
Or the cranes look to hills
And crave there ever to fly;
So I am plighted there to return
Ah but here I come to this by;
Yet how in prison cell sit I,
Were not my eyes so folded!
5
Learn o friends from oysters!
The law of longing and love;
They beg a drop from above
Pin not hope in water s around.
6
Ah, without the land of my fathers
What days here I passed away;
My kindred will bring before me
At my door those shall lay;
O entering mine huts, I may
Wash clean this dirt of palaces!
CANTO XI
1
Yet what blessing were the days
I passed away in that prison;
Standing up in its tower
I ‘ld rain and rain, the tears on;
As look I shall to my homeland
So’ll be cut and cut and cut on;
O my tears burnished my iron
My longing brightened my bonds
1
Neither was there “Be and Become”
Nor any flesh or skelton;
Nor in body was made Adam,
Yet the Lord of creation;
O I’ave with Thee my filiation
Since then I know my Dear Lord!
2
The fate has fettered me here
Else, who’ld come in this carapace;
What was written in my scroll
That has led me to this place
Now without Lord of love
This body and soul, find not the solace;
So grant O Heavenly Grace
That meet her parents, this poor prisoner.
CANTO II
1
On cloak’re patches knit
And shawl is torn to shreds
Prents shall send me clothes
O I’ld not at spin-wheel sit;
Now in what he did he me fit
O preserve sanctity of the vesture.
2
She mends and mends skirt
But her love won’t vulgarize, may
The shawl is rent at edges
Ad it but stitching she would say;
“O lest some one against me lay,
shamed I mays of my country.”
CANTO III
1
Equal to gold ae the rags
What did HE deck me in;
Offer not unto me O lmp!
Your suits of silk and satin;
Better is a thread of the Kin,
Of my shawl, I war on shoulders,.
2
In this shawl were wedded I to him
In clothes these to love of land
Equal to your golden threads
HE bund on my writst cotton-band;
So hwo upon my body stand
I, silk of thine o Satan!
3
‘Tis not manner of my breed
to sell love for gold and silver;
So coming to this calaboose
I’ld not commit any unchaste deed;
My love for huts of reed,
O I shall not trade for your palaces.
CANTO IV
1
Standing in prison tower
I raised my face to my homeland;
Looking out fell from my eyes
Tears in torrential shower;
A cry went from the heart
Raising there keen and clamour;
Ah Kith and Kin not ever
Did care for me in their huts.
2
Had they had cared for me a bit
Slave had not remember’d prison;
But there perhaps O you
I have been forgotten by them.
3
Be draggling through mire of world
For whom went I;
O they did not care a whit for me
Nor for a moment shall come by
Their curtains cut my heart
Their closetsmake me cry
O it’s in this pain, I shall die
The preson walls else can’t kill me!
CANTO V
1
Ah me! All beauty I’ave lost
And dirty has become this face;
And I’ave to go to the place
Where’s no going without an elegance.
2
Ah me! All elegance I’ave lost,
By coming in to this place;
How in this dire disgrace,
Should i go, O how my sisters!
3
Ah me! My beauty I’ave lost,
So how shall I behold the Belove;
Whome the Shepherd had wedded
How that girl live without Him?
CANTO VI
1
Immaculate as I’ad come here
O were I to go back as same;
As though of red rubies, sayth Latif
On me the rain but came
But for all life this tower
Has now stained my name
I became censurable to Him
Being here, O thus to blame
O my head in this shame,
How would I raise before my parents.
2
O God! Be not so, that I die
In this dark dismal prison;
The body bound up in chains
Day and night doth weep and cry
O first to homeland go I
Then come to end m days-over here.
3
Hand-cffs for the hands
Are harnessed of Him, on my heart
O staying at thse strands
I’ad not covenanted for ever.
4
Chains have undone me here
The loads and drags mercilessly;
Yet I will not of the lmp
The ornaments adorn on my bod
O sisters! Pray all for me
That sanctity of shawl I- preserve.
CANTO VII
1
There’s no curb nor controlling
Nor any levy in the land
Plucking red red roses
Bring in maid, put in Manger-stand
People are priceless of strand
And their homeland, ever-smiling Kingdom
CANTO VIII
1
Whispers HE ever in my heart
So how I forget the Spouse;
“HE is not like unto anything”
and I know him not by the Nous;
HE’as built in me within His house
O far from me in nothingness.
They rise early in the morning
That the water in Well is deep;
The drawers get not in day
Who here do lately sleep;
O me but they did sweep
From brink of very Well, these imps.
CANTO IX
1
“Twas their sign, they were foot passengers
with al their assets, trekking;
Ah those virtrous ones migrating
Passed out from this sandy desert”.
2
“Living on this wasteland d
they had spent some days here;
Ah but never again came in
Any messenger from their strand
They ‘are faded like blown sand
Ah with whom I passed incarnations.”
CANTO X
1
“Thinking them as aliens
the trees that you cut and threw away.
O how those dry one know may
If rains had fallen on Malir”.
2
A cameleer has come in from there
With message from Him, true and certain;
That “forget you not me O girl
And die not in prisoner’s pain
Soon you shall be free again
Only some days are you in slavery.”
3
“Thy friends do thou remember
thy Truth they love and cherish;
Send, “sans Him not , never flourish
Godl here deem but dreoss only”
4
As oysters of sea are hopeful
In gracious rains from sky
Or the cranes look to hills
And crave there ever to fly;
So I am plighted there to return
Ah but here I come to this by;
Yet how in prison cell sit I,
Were not my eyes so folded!
5
Learn o friends from oysters!
The law of longing and love;
They beg a drop from above
Pin not hope in water s around.
6
Ah, without the land of my fathers
What days here I passed away;
My kindred will bring before me
At my door those shall lay;
O entering mine huts, I may
Wash clean this dirt of palaces!
CANTO XI
1
Yet what blessing were the days
I passed away in that prison;
Standing up in its tower
I ‘ld rain and rain, the tears on;
As look I shall to my homeland
So’ll be cut and cut and cut on;
O my tears burnished my iron
My longing brightened my bonds
SUR MOOMAL RANO
CANTO I
1
Yesterday I had met a yogi
He was of wandering brotherhood;
A bead roll had he in hand
His head covered with a cloth-hood
Giving an image of the Ever-Good
O went away, wounding my heart.
2
What may wear the sun in morning
The yogi had that face today;
A fragrance came of the cowl
That told the tale of a foreign lay;
He informed me, and of the way
Whence he had returned so sparkling.
3
The yogi was all over-studded
With pearls and gems of Love;
Like candle-moth sohone on his face
The reflection of Candle as red
O the virgins had there him wed
At the town of Transcendent Beauty.
CANTO II
1
O come and confide to me fakir!
How did you find those houris
Ah, weep you tears of blood
And rain you red red runies?
What you witnessed the beauties
O why won’t tell all these?
2
O shaking me from my sleep
Wen away he pointing me the shore
Where Love was surging as Sea
And bathed in it Beauties galore
And said me there ever more
See you shall waves of the Love!
3
Let us go, let us go to the shore
Where come the love in rolling
Neither is curb nor controlling
Every one sees the Beloved.
4
Let us go, let us go to the shore
Where Love is in Beauty dight
Where there’s no day nor night
Every one sees the Beloved.
5
Why its’ no so weak and slow
‘tis swifter than all the steps;
Like sea gull it’ll rise and soar
And in a moment the shore’ll know;
Of they kind, spirit O how
Can ever be failing in flight?
CANTO III
1
As are the red red roses
So they don on scarlet dresses;
Ah, the scent of jasmine
That comes of their heavely tresses
Seeing such beauty in bliss
Love but passionately presses
O of their happy harnesses
a word can’t said be in world.
2
;But, there is no face like His face
HE’s Beauty in all the beauties
Banishes HE from our hearts
Any gloom by His radiating grace
Where remains not any other trace
‘Tis only HE and HE, His splendour.
3
IT’s illusion won’t them stop
Nor its gain them here-in hold
Many maids left they seething who were to the Sea-shore sold;
The wenches frisked, gambol’d
The pilgrims yet went them passing.
CANTO IV
Burned I candle all night
Ah, morning light shows on sky
For Gods sake now return , my Love!
Without thee or I shall die;
Calling you in yearning thy
O I’ave flown all crows of Kak.
2
Standing for him al night
Saw I Pleides in sky go down;
One He and other His mount
O coming to me, see I might;
When but broke day light
O tears ran down my heeks.
3
“Ah raising the wick of lamp
Ia’ve all its oil spent
Come in now my Transcendent Love!
Monting on thy Holy Beast, brent;
O all night weeping thus went
Crying and calling unto THEE”
4
The orions are dropping to sleep
Pleiads are upon milky way;
Came HE not last night Love,
His coming hour ah, passed away;
Cursed be this damed dark night,
That pass I without Him aye;
O plunging me in dis-array
Reposed HE out at His Home
5
Come away Love! Ye Comforter!
The All-Great Lord of lands;
Lowly spirits long for you!
Thy brides for spousal bands;
O from upon me Thy hands,
Lift not away ye Lord! Ever more
CANTO V
1
Go straight on this path
Turn not head this way or that;
Else fall upon you’ld flat
A blow on head-sayeth Latif.
2
Turn not to this way or that
Only the path of Love, follow;
Remember today or tomorrow
They’ll be intering you in earth.
3
The earth that is under my feet
The same earth is over body of my friend
All great and mighty- we have seen
Standing-in the earth descend;
Life is for two days, O comprehend
So awake and strive, says Latif.
CANTO VI
1
Ah, today HE won’t talk with me
Daily HE’ld be in His cottage;
Perhaps, has taken to me an umbrage
O spinyard is desolate without Him.
2
Ah, today I see not those
With whom I shall spin the wheel
Now only at Temple-temenos
I’ld look for them and languish.
CANTO VII
1
O sisters! To my spirits,
My Love has brought great sufferings
Seeing not Him at temenos
My sould is shred in shiverings
Hearing Him not, in whispering
O it runs amok and would not rest.
2
O come down my Dear Love!
Forgive my faults all, any;
Thou art Lord to so many
And to me, but the only Groom.
3
What’ave I to do with gardens
That on skirts of Town be?
Sans the soul of love, my Lord
They wouldn’t give heart, any glee;
O binding a rope about me
HE hales me as boat behind Him
CANTO VIII
1
O I would not be wary, O ne!
And indulge into sings ever again;
O’t was that they came back to me,
Today, tomorrow and yesterday.
2
o i would not be wary, O ne!
and where would fall in falts
there they’ll make assaults
and fight with me face to face.
3
O Sir! I was wholly dross
Your touch turned me to gold;
Of my ills this is the state
Of my state, this is the loss
All of my evils such gross
O be thou coverer, Dear Love!
4
The Love did cover me by Him
Or else were I naked in world
Screening by a fascia slim
HE made me His image on earth.
5
The love did cover me up
Or else I was naked before;
Creating from wordly core
HE made me His image on earth.
6
HE covered me when I came
Else I was naked in the world;
Keeping on me His own name
HE made me His image on earth.
7
He made me His image on earth
By covering me under His cloak;
Now rejoicing I on the heath
Strut and stalk as bride;
CANTO IX
1
A new message came to me fom Him
Again on the last night;
O I had from Him, saith Latif
What is all this, the heavenly sight;
Why ask the caste? O one might
Get it if one goes to Him
2
Where must I drive my camel
All is radiance and radiance;
In within is Celestial Sea
In within the Far Habitance;
IT’s only HE, His effulgence
There is no anyone other than Him.
1
Yesterday I had met a yogi
He was of wandering brotherhood;
A bead roll had he in hand
His head covered with a cloth-hood
Giving an image of the Ever-Good
O went away, wounding my heart.
2
What may wear the sun in morning
The yogi had that face today;
A fragrance came of the cowl
That told the tale of a foreign lay;
He informed me, and of the way
Whence he had returned so sparkling.
3
The yogi was all over-studded
With pearls and gems of Love;
Like candle-moth sohone on his face
The reflection of Candle as red
O the virgins had there him wed
At the town of Transcendent Beauty.
CANTO II
1
O come and confide to me fakir!
How did you find those houris
Ah, weep you tears of blood
And rain you red red runies?
What you witnessed the beauties
O why won’t tell all these?
2
O shaking me from my sleep
Wen away he pointing me the shore
Where Love was surging as Sea
And bathed in it Beauties galore
And said me there ever more
See you shall waves of the Love!
3
Let us go, let us go to the shore
Where come the love in rolling
Neither is curb nor controlling
Every one sees the Beloved.
4
Let us go, let us go to the shore
Where Love is in Beauty dight
Where there’s no day nor night
Every one sees the Beloved.
5
Why its’ no so weak and slow
‘tis swifter than all the steps;
Like sea gull it’ll rise and soar
And in a moment the shore’ll know;
Of they kind, spirit O how
Can ever be failing in flight?
CANTO III
1
As are the red red roses
So they don on scarlet dresses;
Ah, the scent of jasmine
That comes of their heavely tresses
Seeing such beauty in bliss
Love but passionately presses
O of their happy harnesses
a word can’t said be in world.
2
;But, there is no face like His face
HE’s Beauty in all the beauties
Banishes HE from our hearts
Any gloom by His radiating grace
Where remains not any other trace
‘Tis only HE and HE, His splendour.
3
IT’s illusion won’t them stop
Nor its gain them here-in hold
Many maids left they seething who were to the Sea-shore sold;
The wenches frisked, gambol’d
The pilgrims yet went them passing.
CANTO IV
Burned I candle all night
Ah, morning light shows on sky
For Gods sake now return , my Love!
Without thee or I shall die;
Calling you in yearning thy
O I’ave flown all crows of Kak.
2
Standing for him al night
Saw I Pleides in sky go down;
One He and other His mount
O coming to me, see I might;
When but broke day light
O tears ran down my heeks.
3
“Ah raising the wick of lamp
Ia’ve all its oil spent
Come in now my Transcendent Love!
Monting on thy Holy Beast, brent;
O all night weeping thus went
Crying and calling unto THEE”
4
The orions are dropping to sleep
Pleiads are upon milky way;
Came HE not last night Love,
His coming hour ah, passed away;
Cursed be this damed dark night,
That pass I without Him aye;
O plunging me in dis-array
Reposed HE out at His Home
5
Come away Love! Ye Comforter!
The All-Great Lord of lands;
Lowly spirits long for you!
Thy brides for spousal bands;
O from upon me Thy hands,
Lift not away ye Lord! Ever more
CANTO V
1
Go straight on this path
Turn not head this way or that;
Else fall upon you’ld flat
A blow on head-sayeth Latif.
2
Turn not to this way or that
Only the path of Love, follow;
Remember today or tomorrow
They’ll be intering you in earth.
3
The earth that is under my feet
The same earth is over body of my friend
All great and mighty- we have seen
Standing-in the earth descend;
Life is for two days, O comprehend
So awake and strive, says Latif.
CANTO VI
1
Ah, today HE won’t talk with me
Daily HE’ld be in His cottage;
Perhaps, has taken to me an umbrage
O spinyard is desolate without Him.
2
Ah, today I see not those
With whom I shall spin the wheel
Now only at Temple-temenos
I’ld look for them and languish.
CANTO VII
1
O sisters! To my spirits,
My Love has brought great sufferings
Seeing not Him at temenos
My sould is shred in shiverings
Hearing Him not, in whispering
O it runs amok and would not rest.
2
O come down my Dear Love!
Forgive my faults all, any;
Thou art Lord to so many
And to me, but the only Groom.
3
What’ave I to do with gardens
That on skirts of Town be?
Sans the soul of love, my Lord
They wouldn’t give heart, any glee;
O binding a rope about me
HE hales me as boat behind Him
CANTO VIII
1
O I would not be wary, O ne!
And indulge into sings ever again;
O’t was that they came back to me,
Today, tomorrow and yesterday.
2
o i would not be wary, O ne!
and where would fall in falts
there they’ll make assaults
and fight with me face to face.
3
O Sir! I was wholly dross
Your touch turned me to gold;
Of my ills this is the state
Of my state, this is the loss
All of my evils such gross
O be thou coverer, Dear Love!
4
The Love did cover me by Him
Or else were I naked in world
Screening by a fascia slim
HE made me His image on earth.
5
The love did cover me up
Or else I was naked before;
Creating from wordly core
HE made me His image on earth.
6
HE covered me when I came
Else I was naked in the world;
Keeping on me His own name
HE made me His image on earth.
7
He made me His image on earth
By covering me under His cloak;
Now rejoicing I on the heath
Strut and stalk as bride;
CANTO IX
1
A new message came to me fom Him
Again on the last night;
O I had from Him, saith Latif
What is all this, the heavenly sight;
Why ask the caste? O one might
Get it if one goes to Him
2
Where must I drive my camel
All is radiance and radiance;
In within is Celestial Sea
In within the Far Habitance;
IT’s only HE, His effulgence
There is no anyone other than Him.
SUR LEELA CHANESAR
1
Flung I pearl into the fire
And throw necklace I the abyss;
O were HE to return to me Sire,
This sinner would be honoured by Him
2
Lured by luster, you purchased the pendent
Knowing it not, o loser in world
That many a one the accurst Fiend;
Had baited here by such a bent
O’tis to this that Lord went
And came to you, the world of woes.
3
What you thought necklace more
O it was all woes’s chain;
With drew HE love from you
With His worker, now doth remain;
O that HE not any one disdain
In this wise, in this world.
4
I hung from ears golden rings
And swung from neck red garlands
A dorned bracelet on my arms
And wore hair in the parting strands;
O’twas for the terrestrial bands
Celestial Spouse had spurned me!
CANTO II
1
You were wise and so prudent
And knew also way of lord
Yet you thought to be more handsome
By wearing such worldy pendent
O likes not HE-Celestial Love
Of a false maid, adornment;
Finds HE out hy inly bent
O searches hearts, lord of hearts.
2
Wise were I in my land
And clever ‘mid all my friends
Yet what is come I now withstand
Raise I can’t the head for shame.
3
O God! I would-I be not wise
The wise see great sufferings
HE in my lowly and humble guise
Bestowed on me many favours.
4
Dispense with the self-glory
In which you see yourself only
Seek within self-agony
In which HE’s solicitous of you
5
If by entreating fnd you not pardon
Keep on entreating ever
Never in Him hope, abandon
HE is the Great Gracious Lord.
CANTO II
1
All adorn themselves as brides
All hang from necks garlands
To get glimpse of the Groom
All beautify in various brands;
But Lord only at their door stands.
Who go about humble in this world.
2
Decked in several dirty sins
Come I am ugly at your door
Now if You’re offended with me
There’s no other place for this poor;
For sake of Lord, the Saviour
O forgive me all my ills, Dear Sir!
3
O up girl! Be not unhappy
Rise clean dooryard of the dirt;
HE’ld come quite early
Now the Husband, to the humbled sul!.
Flung I pearl into the fire
And throw necklace I the abyss;
O were HE to return to me Sire,
This sinner would be honoured by Him
2
Lured by luster, you purchased the pendent
Knowing it not, o loser in world
That many a one the accurst Fiend;
Had baited here by such a bent
O’tis to this that Lord went
And came to you, the world of woes.
3
What you thought necklace more
O it was all woes’s chain;
With drew HE love from you
With His worker, now doth remain;
O that HE not any one disdain
In this wise, in this world.
4
I hung from ears golden rings
And swung from neck red garlands
A dorned bracelet on my arms
And wore hair in the parting strands;
O’twas for the terrestrial bands
Celestial Spouse had spurned me!
CANTO II
1
You were wise and so prudent
And knew also way of lord
Yet you thought to be more handsome
By wearing such worldy pendent
O likes not HE-Celestial Love
Of a false maid, adornment;
Finds HE out hy inly bent
O searches hearts, lord of hearts.
2
Wise were I in my land
And clever ‘mid all my friends
Yet what is come I now withstand
Raise I can’t the head for shame.
3
O God! I would-I be not wise
The wise see great sufferings
HE in my lowly and humble guise
Bestowed on me many favours.
4
Dispense with the self-glory
In which you see yourself only
Seek within self-agony
In which HE’s solicitous of you
5
If by entreating fnd you not pardon
Keep on entreating ever
Never in Him hope, abandon
HE is the Great Gracious Lord.
CANTO II
1
All adorn themselves as brides
All hang from necks garlands
To get glimpse of the Groom
All beautify in various brands;
But Lord only at their door stands.
Who go about humble in this world.
2
Decked in several dirty sins
Come I am ugly at your door
Now if You’re offended with me
There’s no other place for this poor;
For sake of Lord, the Saviour
O forgive me all my ills, Dear Sir!
3
O up girl! Be not unhappy
Rise clean dooryard of the dirt;
HE’ld come quite early
Now the Husband, to the humbled sul!.
SUR HUSSAINI
CANTO I
1
Go not astray- the sun is setting
And leave also this dallying dallying;
Lay not burden-keep on plying
Reach you that by the dusk there.
2
And strucggle not- the sun is setting
Go on picking windings of way;
Who’re on path thus away,
Gather they it is this manner.
3
O sun! set not so soon away
Making late for forlorn ones
First in these hoary stones
O I see His foot and then die. 4
O friends! There are arid wastes
None should company me O none;
Where’s no water no water and way is long
And before are only, flints and stone;
Dying in thirst lest O one,
Send to my Sire, a reproachful word.
5
Did you hear some heavenly melody
Or simply raise your hands to One?
Many a great handsome Sassui
After the Punhoon strayed, were gone;
Knows HE not, mercy O none,
Out to His lovers from of first
CANTO II
1
Some while, in the glare of Sun
Some while, in the flare of Fire
Go you out there aspire
Getting between both these flames.
2
High over head burns upon me
This love-fire of the Lord
O, reproach me you mothr?
The fact but you never heard
Com nearer, I tell you a word
From line of pain of love
3
From my sould for a while
If forsaken be my Bride-Groom
Let there blow the searing simoom,
Ad fall I dead as desert cuckoo.
4
From in yard bring it mother!
What’s there my spinning reel;
For whom shall I go to twheel
That Love of mine has left me off.
5
Out at wheel they say me weave
Pull I thread and comes it not
More I do there wail and grieve
More I make the mess of wheel.
6
Let it blow hot or cold
There is no time for resting now
Lest upon you darkness grow
And find you not foot-prints of Friend.
CONTO III
1
Deem I better than Bhambhor
O friends, that dear desolation;
Where I beyond evaluation
Witness Un-Valued One, with eyes.
2
Those who saw Him in their soul,
They went after Him so seeking
And yet went after the Goal
Though HE would be hiding and hiding.
3
The world was steeped in sin,
HE redeemed by incarnation
Dispelled HE from over people
The fear and dread of damnation
The maids learned how to dye
And made Love their motivation
In came that savior, Salvation,
And sat beside Him all loving spirits.
CONTO IV
1
They were hateful of my low-caste
So hastened before the morning came;
My inlaws knew about my shame
Ah, within the walls of Bhambhor
2
Though I spread my hair before them
They’ld
Leave off and stay not;
O they’ave seen in me the aught
Which is all, entirely defective.
3
Ah I perceiver not inmates those
Who’ere support of my soul a while ago;
Now I, but to the others go
Aand stand there for support loading on.
4
Though I be calling and calling them,
They hear not inmates a one call;
O in the bower of bereaved one
Now hum not wholly the spirits all;
Ah, such calamities befall
The lovers, in this bad and bad world.
CANTO V
1
Mother! Take away this silken pillow
And all this thy wedding bed;
Get away all those things,
That you in the dwry did bestow;
O I, out to His gardens go
Found have I the foot of Friend.
2
To Outlander I gave out mother!
So great the love and love;
That all of sudden came out to me,
His intimation, O as it were;
Now stop nor hold me here
The soul is spirited away by Him.
3
What comes of His separation
That cannot come of His union;
Making wit me His communion
O HE pushed me out of my own house.
CANTO VI
1
Selling hundreds of comforts
I bought of these only one pain;
O’t was, it’s growing gain
That had led me to foot of the Friend.
2
O pain, do not go away ye!
As has gone HE on Transcedent Ride;
After Him, unto you I confide
What be my lispings of the love.
3
O mother! His arrow’as pierced me through
Now hold not me from going to Him;
All the land that lies before me
Now I shall with the blood-tears strew;
See how hovering me, drew
Those hills of Him, the Holy Summits.
4
The pain arose, the summits burned
Scorched was all the land
The hope of life spurned
O I have now from my heart ever.
5
Each has her handful of woes
I but their stocks and stacks;
Carrying on head their packs,
Go I but the buyers are gone.
6
Pains are beauties of pleasures
Renounce all pleasures without pains
O’twas of such measures,
That came HE the love, to my fold.
CANTO VII
1
O that seek Him I, search Him I,
Fine I not yet Him, the Friend;
Lest the yearing might not end
By the union of the Beloved Sir!
2
O that seek You I, find You not
And You be ever-away from me;
That neither I live without Thee
Nor-soul find soace, in Your absence.
CANTO VIII
1
Burning incense to Him, O girl
Go ye with them, with His lovers;
Fall not behind those movers
O they’ll ascend the climbing path.
2
Stranggle not away from it
The caravan ‘ld climb craggy path;
Lest falling back in blank pit,
Find you not way, where they went.
3
O what-some sweet melodious song
Had they brought the heavenly folk
That in the eyes sleep went wrong
On hearing their the call of Love!
4
And that, asked you my friend!
Then away with the formalism
Who saw the Love, in the end
Put away they all the religions.
5
Go you out, rejoice in the Lord
Know you won’t the woe ever;
Who’s Messiah of the multitude
That ‘Love’ I told you in whisper;
Saved you shall be by Saviour,
And I too would meet my Friend.
CANTO IX
1
O come they, and be ever coming
These love-traders in our land;
That following thse heavenly bands
This base one rise as human being.
2
The love while treading here
What foot-prints lef on earth;
These traces on my hearth,
O I ever seek and seek
3
Die I if, O let me die
But among my friends be heard
That worked I for Him in the world
And I was labourer of Love.
4
Had you died but yesterday
Had yesterday met the Love;
Heard was never any may
Had met the Love unscathed.
5
Sonner or later shall I die
O let me die on His path
At His door that may lie
The death of me, a serving soul.
CANTO X
1
Stop not calling out to them
Be seding down call upon call
That reply you, amidst all
Someone may missing you a girl!
2
No one knows in neighbourhood
If las night I passed in great agony;
That I were cut deep by the gaze
HE sent in from His Love country;
Now His sufferings and Sassui
O were going beating their breasts.
3
Ah today too, I find not peace
Amongst my heart companions
They ‘ave borne up their burdens
And are leaving for their far country.
4
Those that are heard sufferings
These I in my cradle got;
O the comforts reared my lot,
Only for ake of sufferings, dear friends!
5
As I grew up, suffering grew up with me
As came of age, the comforts were all gone;
Such fortunes both and the one
O had come as portion to this poor girl.
6
There’s no any love, nor longing for Love
Nor its whispers to be heard
As though IT has migrated from wor’d
Tere seems not a word down here.
7
Whose love has held up You there?
That even by yearing won’t return;
After death what good turn,
O you’ld do, do it now Dear Sir!
8
Do not despair and be melancholy
I am but little farther from you!
By seeing, I may seem far to view
But boundary of we both is one and same.
CANTO XI
1
HE was ‘love’ the All-leaven
His inlaws but won’t Him dispense;
O how to get to Kingdom of Heaven,
With all those void of His ‘word’?
2
O goes out there the Transcendent Love
Let me also myself move;
Doth HE lest me reprove,
Nothing came off, the earth-born one.
3
But of us, the base-born ones
Ever are done ills, errors!
Return to us O All-Favours!
Bestowing on us heavenly boons.
CANTO XII
1
Had you seen Hi, the Lord of Love
O ye sisters! With my eyes!
“Strive there” raised you the cries,
and descended yourself to His path.
2
Had they seen Him as I saw,
All my friends, the worldy-wise;
Seeing all beauty in His guise
They had lost wits, all like me.
3
All are to their loves, plight
And I to Him my worships lay
In within me holds One Love
All the time His mysterious sway
One breath His, blew my way
O what ‘ld be the Tempest of Grace?
4
Keep on now calling to Him
Forget not this, ever so;
Drop not water from thy eyes,
Go and weep thee within ho!
Patience is power, this know
Makes it Love sooner meet.
5
Woe me they’re going away
Gaining ground farther from me;
Ah when vultures of the way
Will come and feast on my corse?
6
With whom she had her roots here
On death she’ld go there go there too;
Perceive Him not here, who
How will hey see Him there, ever?
7
Many robbers hide in the way
Several in the worldly wastes;
Follow the leaders to His lay,
Go you while way-faring to Him.
8
In shroud torn at the shoulders
My head bare depart I shall;
What is other than this all
Ah of me here in this world?
9
O ye despairing one! Lose not heart,
You’ll come to great comforts, Sassui!
The Punhoon with all His hosts, HE
Is great love is coming you!
1
Go not astray- the sun is setting
And leave also this dallying dallying;
Lay not burden-keep on plying
Reach you that by the dusk there.
2
And strucggle not- the sun is setting
Go on picking windings of way;
Who’re on path thus away,
Gather they it is this manner.
3
O sun! set not so soon away
Making late for forlorn ones
First in these hoary stones
O I see His foot and then die. 4
O friends! There are arid wastes
None should company me O none;
Where’s no water no water and way is long
And before are only, flints and stone;
Dying in thirst lest O one,
Send to my Sire, a reproachful word.
5
Did you hear some heavenly melody
Or simply raise your hands to One?
Many a great handsome Sassui
After the Punhoon strayed, were gone;
Knows HE not, mercy O none,
Out to His lovers from of first
CANTO II
1
Some while, in the glare of Sun
Some while, in the flare of Fire
Go you out there aspire
Getting between both these flames.
2
High over head burns upon me
This love-fire of the Lord
O, reproach me you mothr?
The fact but you never heard
Com nearer, I tell you a word
From line of pain of love
3
From my sould for a while
If forsaken be my Bride-Groom
Let there blow the searing simoom,
Ad fall I dead as desert cuckoo.
4
From in yard bring it mother!
What’s there my spinning reel;
For whom shall I go to twheel
That Love of mine has left me off.
5
Out at wheel they say me weave
Pull I thread and comes it not
More I do there wail and grieve
More I make the mess of wheel.
6
Let it blow hot or cold
There is no time for resting now
Lest upon you darkness grow
And find you not foot-prints of Friend.
CONTO III
1
Deem I better than Bhambhor
O friends, that dear desolation;
Where I beyond evaluation
Witness Un-Valued One, with eyes.
2
Those who saw Him in their soul,
They went after Him so seeking
And yet went after the Goal
Though HE would be hiding and hiding.
3
The world was steeped in sin,
HE redeemed by incarnation
Dispelled HE from over people
The fear and dread of damnation
The maids learned how to dye
And made Love their motivation
In came that savior, Salvation,
And sat beside Him all loving spirits.
CONTO IV
1
They were hateful of my low-caste
So hastened before the morning came;
My inlaws knew about my shame
Ah, within the walls of Bhambhor
2
Though I spread my hair before them
They’ld
Leave off and stay not;
O they’ave seen in me the aught
Which is all, entirely defective.
3
Ah I perceiver not inmates those
Who’ere support of my soul a while ago;
Now I, but to the others go
Aand stand there for support loading on.
4
Though I be calling and calling them,
They hear not inmates a one call;
O in the bower of bereaved one
Now hum not wholly the spirits all;
Ah, such calamities befall
The lovers, in this bad and bad world.
CANTO V
1
Mother! Take away this silken pillow
And all this thy wedding bed;
Get away all those things,
That you in the dwry did bestow;
O I, out to His gardens go
Found have I the foot of Friend.
2
To Outlander I gave out mother!
So great the love and love;
That all of sudden came out to me,
His intimation, O as it were;
Now stop nor hold me here
The soul is spirited away by Him.
3
What comes of His separation
That cannot come of His union;
Making wit me His communion
O HE pushed me out of my own house.
CANTO VI
1
Selling hundreds of comforts
I bought of these only one pain;
O’t was, it’s growing gain
That had led me to foot of the Friend.
2
O pain, do not go away ye!
As has gone HE on Transcedent Ride;
After Him, unto you I confide
What be my lispings of the love.
3
O mother! His arrow’as pierced me through
Now hold not me from going to Him;
All the land that lies before me
Now I shall with the blood-tears strew;
See how hovering me, drew
Those hills of Him, the Holy Summits.
4
The pain arose, the summits burned
Scorched was all the land
The hope of life spurned
O I have now from my heart ever.
5
Each has her handful of woes
I but their stocks and stacks;
Carrying on head their packs,
Go I but the buyers are gone.
6
Pains are beauties of pleasures
Renounce all pleasures without pains
O’twas of such measures,
That came HE the love, to my fold.
CANTO VII
1
O that seek Him I, search Him I,
Fine I not yet Him, the Friend;
Lest the yearing might not end
By the union of the Beloved Sir!
2
O that seek You I, find You not
And You be ever-away from me;
That neither I live without Thee
Nor-soul find soace, in Your absence.
CANTO VIII
1
Burning incense to Him, O girl
Go ye with them, with His lovers;
Fall not behind those movers
O they’ll ascend the climbing path.
2
Stranggle not away from it
The caravan ‘ld climb craggy path;
Lest falling back in blank pit,
Find you not way, where they went.
3
O what-some sweet melodious song
Had they brought the heavenly folk
That in the eyes sleep went wrong
On hearing their the call of Love!
4
And that, asked you my friend!
Then away with the formalism
Who saw the Love, in the end
Put away they all the religions.
5
Go you out, rejoice in the Lord
Know you won’t the woe ever;
Who’s Messiah of the multitude
That ‘Love’ I told you in whisper;
Saved you shall be by Saviour,
And I too would meet my Friend.
CANTO IX
1
O come they, and be ever coming
These love-traders in our land;
That following thse heavenly bands
This base one rise as human being.
2
The love while treading here
What foot-prints lef on earth;
These traces on my hearth,
O I ever seek and seek
3
Die I if, O let me die
But among my friends be heard
That worked I for Him in the world
And I was labourer of Love.
4
Had you died but yesterday
Had yesterday met the Love;
Heard was never any may
Had met the Love unscathed.
5
Sonner or later shall I die
O let me die on His path
At His door that may lie
The death of me, a serving soul.
CANTO X
1
Stop not calling out to them
Be seding down call upon call
That reply you, amidst all
Someone may missing you a girl!
2
No one knows in neighbourhood
If las night I passed in great agony;
That I were cut deep by the gaze
HE sent in from His Love country;
Now His sufferings and Sassui
O were going beating their breasts.
3
Ah today too, I find not peace
Amongst my heart companions
They ‘ave borne up their burdens
And are leaving for their far country.
4
Those that are heard sufferings
These I in my cradle got;
O the comforts reared my lot,
Only for ake of sufferings, dear friends!
5
As I grew up, suffering grew up with me
As came of age, the comforts were all gone;
Such fortunes both and the one
O had come as portion to this poor girl.
6
There’s no any love, nor longing for Love
Nor its whispers to be heard
As though IT has migrated from wor’d
Tere seems not a word down here.
7
Whose love has held up You there?
That even by yearing won’t return;
After death what good turn,
O you’ld do, do it now Dear Sir!
8
Do not despair and be melancholy
I am but little farther from you!
By seeing, I may seem far to view
But boundary of we both is one and same.
CANTO XI
1
HE was ‘love’ the All-leaven
His inlaws but won’t Him dispense;
O how to get to Kingdom of Heaven,
With all those void of His ‘word’?
2
O goes out there the Transcendent Love
Let me also myself move;
Doth HE lest me reprove,
Nothing came off, the earth-born one.
3
But of us, the base-born ones
Ever are done ills, errors!
Return to us O All-Favours!
Bestowing on us heavenly boons.
CANTO XII
1
Had you seen Hi, the Lord of Love
O ye sisters! With my eyes!
“Strive there” raised you the cries,
and descended yourself to His path.
2
Had they seen Him as I saw,
All my friends, the worldy-wise;
Seeing all beauty in His guise
They had lost wits, all like me.
3
All are to their loves, plight
And I to Him my worships lay
In within me holds One Love
All the time His mysterious sway
One breath His, blew my way
O what ‘ld be the Tempest of Grace?
4
Keep on now calling to Him
Forget not this, ever so;
Drop not water from thy eyes,
Go and weep thee within ho!
Patience is power, this know
Makes it Love sooner meet.
5
Woe me they’re going away
Gaining ground farther from me;
Ah when vultures of the way
Will come and feast on my corse?
6
With whom she had her roots here
On death she’ld go there go there too;
Perceive Him not here, who
How will hey see Him there, ever?
7
Many robbers hide in the way
Several in the worldly wastes;
Follow the leaders to His lay,
Go you while way-faring to Him.
8
In shroud torn at the shoulders
My head bare depart I shall;
What is other than this all
Ah of me here in this world?
9
O ye despairing one! Lose not heart,
You’ll come to great comforts, Sassui!
The Punhoon with all His hosts, HE
Is great love is coming you!
SUR KOHIARI
CANTO I
1
O unimandful one! Leave this lethargy,
How come you thus stagger?
The shadows have lengthened out
And reached to their extremity;
Uproot from eyes the sight sleepy
Cry you lest, lost in some labyrinths.
2
Who ever slept so stretching their legs,
On the soft eds;
To those such sleep-weds
The carvan of life left, and abandoned.
3
Slept you stretching your legs, O soul!
O by this committed you great sin;
Had you eaves-dropped at His door
You might’ave heard the whispers within;
Neither you were of His own clan
Nor any of HisKith or kin
Having with His spirit fallen in
O how cold you sleep then, worthless one!
CANTO II
1
O mount! You are flint-hearted
You’ave done me great outrages;
You’ave cut my body so cruelly
As would do a carpenter wood-winded;
O’tis call of destiny past-dated
Else who’ld keep foot on your crags.
2
O mount! Do not hurt me,
I am already greatly hurt;
Remember not comfort any,
But woes, suffering, beyond all measure.
3
O mount! Whelmed by grief
I confided to you my heart’s woe;
Ah but telling you so,
I even suffered more, in my separation.
4
O mount! Daily I my ‘self’
Would scrifiece upon you that in thee;
Is HE and His blessed levee
Ever there held in great love.
5
The Mount has its seat in earth
And the Love His on the mount;
A friend of such a Great Worth
O you’ll not find, anywhere else.
6
O mount! What’ld do to me
By flaring up in the sun?
If you are flints of the ‘Pub’
I am a body made of iron;
O’twas not fault of any one,
His call has ordained me to you.
7
Fly as clouds high and high
I run and run so on the mount;
They do their-seeking on sky
And I my here, in His foot-prints.
8
O mother! my Love is spirited away
By far-fetched conceits
Oh these insidious cheats,
Have brought me great bereavement.
CANTO III
O LEAVE NOT ME HERE, MY DEAR Lord!
Now in this land of pain and sorrow
Take me to your yoke, I follow
O setting out fire, to this valley of tears.
2
Abandon not me in the place
My ‘self’ did slow my progress;
Who were mis-led by ‘I-ness’
O reach them Redeemer! On the way.
3
Whatever good or bad I be
I am slave of my Lord, only
No other intimity I claim with Him
HE’s Most High, I the most lowly;
From of first I came to His fold
From my pre-natal nativity
What on feet HE wore here
O I can’t be the broughue but simply
And so forget Him, such Love Holy
O how could I do, Him Lord and Master?
CANTO IV
There’re no psalms or psalmodies
Of Love on the way O sisters!
So how must I tread to Him
Amidst all deserts drear these
Ah, looking to His territories
I might give up here my ghost.
2
The one who struct me arrows
I know, IT was the same HE;
HE Himself had pulled the bow
Himself it had thrown at me;
Now no one can my healer be
I am at the mercy of my Lord
3
Reflection of His radiance
Is something dark and something light;
And His slaying, the sight
Of slaughter of a goat, as it were.
4
Reflection of His appearance
Is like a darkness, like a light;
Comes HE, the All-Radiant one
Blinding me with His colours bright;
First HE binds on eyes bands tight
Then would plunge me, in the pool of blood.
5
Reflection of His sight
Is like a light that comes behid cloud
O’tis for such Beloved Wight
That I watch on paths, and weep on paths.
CANTO V
1
Sans the Wight, I sit now on paths
And chew the pangs of parting
O why I died not mother!
Before the pain of dreaded departing;
Ah, what’s not your for smarting
That woe, I’ave taken into my lap.
2
Were I to uncover state of my heart
Ony very small O in reality
Beasts would be stricken dumb
And the rocks’ld split of the calamity
Trees wil be singed by its severity
The growth won’t grow up, ever more.
CANTO VI
1
O how should I weep unto Him,
In what way, I know not the craft
Only rainsing my hands up, aloft,
I go about wetting these with tears;
2
O how should I weep-how so?
The way unto Him I do not know
So only my head I down bow
And raise up cries, ‘O come and ill me’
3
Burn who is Hi slove-passion
To them His Alone-ness is the All-ness;
Who are lovers of the Truth
Only to them O take you IT’s love-ness;
Squint eyes, Him as three witness
O HE is but One and One only.
4
Still you’re on the wrong track
From the track you’ld stray away
Oriente yourself on the way back
That find you the path from your own heart.
1
O unimandful one! Leave this lethargy,
How come you thus stagger?
The shadows have lengthened out
And reached to their extremity;
Uproot from eyes the sight sleepy
Cry you lest, lost in some labyrinths.
2
Who ever slept so stretching their legs,
On the soft eds;
To those such sleep-weds
The carvan of life left, and abandoned.
3
Slept you stretching your legs, O soul!
O by this committed you great sin;
Had you eaves-dropped at His door
You might’ave heard the whispers within;
Neither you were of His own clan
Nor any of HisKith or kin
Having with His spirit fallen in
O how cold you sleep then, worthless one!
CANTO II
1
O mount! You are flint-hearted
You’ave done me great outrages;
You’ave cut my body so cruelly
As would do a carpenter wood-winded;
O’tis call of destiny past-dated
Else who’ld keep foot on your crags.
2
O mount! Do not hurt me,
I am already greatly hurt;
Remember not comfort any,
But woes, suffering, beyond all measure.
3
O mount! Whelmed by grief
I confided to you my heart’s woe;
Ah but telling you so,
I even suffered more, in my separation.
4
O mount! Daily I my ‘self’
Would scrifiece upon you that in thee;
Is HE and His blessed levee
Ever there held in great love.
5
The Mount has its seat in earth
And the Love His on the mount;
A friend of such a Great Worth
O you’ll not find, anywhere else.
6
O mount! What’ld do to me
By flaring up in the sun?
If you are flints of the ‘Pub’
I am a body made of iron;
O’twas not fault of any one,
His call has ordained me to you.
7
Fly as clouds high and high
I run and run so on the mount;
They do their-seeking on sky
And I my here, in His foot-prints.
8
O mother! my Love is spirited away
By far-fetched conceits
Oh these insidious cheats,
Have brought me great bereavement.
CANTO III
O LEAVE NOT ME HERE, MY DEAR Lord!
Now in this land of pain and sorrow
Take me to your yoke, I follow
O setting out fire, to this valley of tears.
2
Abandon not me in the place
My ‘self’ did slow my progress;
Who were mis-led by ‘I-ness’
O reach them Redeemer! On the way.
3
Whatever good or bad I be
I am slave of my Lord, only
No other intimity I claim with Him
HE’s Most High, I the most lowly;
From of first I came to His fold
From my pre-natal nativity
What on feet HE wore here
O I can’t be the broughue but simply
And so forget Him, such Love Holy
O how could I do, Him Lord and Master?
CANTO IV
There’re no psalms or psalmodies
Of Love on the way O sisters!
So how must I tread to Him
Amidst all deserts drear these
Ah, looking to His territories
I might give up here my ghost.
2
The one who struct me arrows
I know, IT was the same HE;
HE Himself had pulled the bow
Himself it had thrown at me;
Now no one can my healer be
I am at the mercy of my Lord
3
Reflection of His radiance
Is something dark and something light;
And His slaying, the sight
Of slaughter of a goat, as it were.
4
Reflection of His appearance
Is like a darkness, like a light;
Comes HE, the All-Radiant one
Blinding me with His colours bright;
First HE binds on eyes bands tight
Then would plunge me, in the pool of blood.
5
Reflection of His sight
Is like a light that comes behid cloud
O’tis for such Beloved Wight
That I watch on paths, and weep on paths.
CANTO V
1
Sans the Wight, I sit now on paths
And chew the pangs of parting
O why I died not mother!
Before the pain of dreaded departing;
Ah, what’s not your for smarting
That woe, I’ave taken into my lap.
2
Were I to uncover state of my heart
Ony very small O in reality
Beasts would be stricken dumb
And the rocks’ld split of the calamity
Trees wil be singed by its severity
The growth won’t grow up, ever more.
CANTO VI
1
O how should I weep unto Him,
In what way, I know not the craft
Only rainsing my hands up, aloft,
I go about wetting these with tears;
2
O how should I weep-how so?
The way unto Him I do not know
So only my head I down bow
And raise up cries, ‘O come and ill me’
3
Burn who is Hi slove-passion
To them His Alone-ness is the All-ness;
Who are lovers of the Truth
Only to them O take you IT’s love-ness;
Squint eyes, Him as three witness
O HE is but One and One only.
4
Still you’re on the wrong track
From the track you’ld stray away
Oriente yourself on the way back
That find you the path from your own heart.
SUR DESI
CANTO I
1
Woe me! O hold reins
Beshrew me! Drive not your camel away;
To the hut of this lowely one
Come sometimes again, O I pray;
“Sans you I but every day,
O shall deem, doomsday on the earth!
2
The inlaws, animals spirits, rough terrains
All the three gave me great woes,
Yet their painful throes,
For Him deemed I dear comforts.
3
Standing these upon courtyard
While You perceived al these foes;
O wy won’t you bind with hair
The knees of the airy gnomes those;
That endured you not thse woes
Of rough regions, ye, Love-lorn One.
4
Before they came, they cried
But this time they kept all silent;
And saddling the mutes inlaws,
Not a single word sent
They’ad some secret consent
O between them, one with the other.
5
Make you that friend
As is of land, O what of outlander?
Packs up HE and goes away HE
Plunging in the pain ye lover!
And after Him, ah as it were,
One should abandon ones own homeland.
6
Bring not these brutes near me
O these have given me great sorrow;
Deal them a good hiding
And away from me take them, tow;
They’ave spirited away only now
My Loved One from my home.
7
Yet O inlaws you ever live
And living inflict al these out-rages
To poor spirit there is no help
Other than but what you give;
O how could I now sunder, rive
My heart from you, ‘tis not for this.
8
The Lord ever abides there
Here but He resolved in spirit,
His Holy Ghost immanent
In every heart as love doth sit;
These were promptings of IT
That bade me to traverse the terrains.
CANTO II
1
Today too, inlaw have made me rain
Morning tears on His path;
Ah, they’ave spirited away Love
Breaking all the doors again,
Woe me! What was said, happened
Now ‘tis to them to come or not
Depends on their discretion;
See but where’s All-compassion
Whwere she raises hands, for the help!
3
Today too they saddle their mounts
Standing on their tip-toes;
Daily they ‘ld hint to each other
The inlaws in exotic lingoes;
O they are taking away, those
My Love talking in secret languages.
CANTO III
1
For the sake of God came! Men!
Drive not your camels away;
O of my poor spirit here
Thou art the only support and mainstay;
O in Thy kingdom away,
O, never forsake me, not for ever.
2
For the sake of God, O came! Men!
Take away not camels so hurriedly;
Take along this girl with you
Holding her by hair O roughly;
Ah, the love of Lord will kill me
His remembrance aain, anonly;
Shaming I be stock kinly
O were I to return before, reaching Him.
3
Ah, many a one maid did perish
Before reaching the Lord’s country
The paths are one ad twenty
Who knows what they took, and vanished.
4
O that come to us Lord! Those
By seeing whom the heart be happy;
Or that see I somehow, some way
The land of my happy family;
Winding through passes says Latif
Hear I their music heavely;
And soar to Him as maid scantly
Were I to see these, Lord of all hosts.
5
Love is not that labyrinthine
Inlaws have but made it so;
I shall go there for myself
Witness on way His images divine
Away O mount, from eyes mine
Lest turn you I shall in.
CANTO IV
1
O help they’ave spirited away my Love,
These hirsute and virsute inlaws;
Now I shall haste for Him
Up at any height, where HE was;
Who could reach the First Cause,
Yet I’ld make most of me.
2
In gathering gloom, I’ld not be wary
Thus in morning I saw all the doom;
O it’s now hence necessary,
That live I without Love all these days.
3
Brought up by washermen though
I am daughter of a Brahman Faterh
Elegance of Him undone me
O I was slayed by His splendour;
Now till I live so-ever
I am plighted to His path of union.
4
We all are washermen at His shore
The labourers of Heavenly Love,
HE’s wont to heavenly perfume
We bu earthly scent wore;
O that HE, us never more
Suffocated in our bad smell.
5
O I am such ignorant being
As shall call the slave a queen;
‘Tis for me that Lord had been
a washerman, on the shore of world.
CANTO V
1
Witnessed she vultures last night
While wandering for im in wilderness;
Impulses might turn to bitter lot
Yet she’ld out to Him press;
How would she forsake Him, nless
The death but came and undid her.
2
Those who’ave no fare, the way-farers
HE’s Himself the Love-their helper;
Comes HE waltzing in to them
And treads with hem heavely measure,
‘Tween them starts a talk-over
in less than an instant says Latif.
3
The aspirant climbed through the ascent,
What mighty ones all routed;
Twas to her like a descent
To others though a soaring Mount.
CANTO VI
1
Criss-cross and cutting were crags
Of the Mount standing before me;
Being held there, sent I a cry unto Him,
Beseemeth like so loudly;
That reached it home unto Him,
O heard HE my hearts plea;
So to call is province of me,
And to hear is, the province of Him.
2
Longing as I laid me on bed
The longing won’t let me sleep;
And thus waking, when I slept
O HE came, but I not waked;
O sisters! I was blind folded,
Slee and longing how can go together?
3
My love is my Gem within
HE’s All sparkle in encircling gloom;
Even on da of reckoning
HE won’t leave me, in surrounding doom;
Knowing me, ‘ll beckon to Him Bridegroom
The Lord God of all Hosts.
CANTO VII
1
All desert is filled with perfume
The hills send sprays of grace;
Whole world rejoices in His praise
Hosanna hosanna is each every place
All queens have worn a new face
All maids forgiven their sins.
2
Come out to them in wildernesses
When scent of coming of their Lord;
They put on their silken dresses,
The woes of slaves all vanished.
1
Woe me! O hold reins
Beshrew me! Drive not your camel away;
To the hut of this lowely one
Come sometimes again, O I pray;
“Sans you I but every day,
O shall deem, doomsday on the earth!
2
The inlaws, animals spirits, rough terrains
All the three gave me great woes,
Yet their painful throes,
For Him deemed I dear comforts.
3
Standing these upon courtyard
While You perceived al these foes;
O wy won’t you bind with hair
The knees of the airy gnomes those;
That endured you not thse woes
Of rough regions, ye, Love-lorn One.
4
Before they came, they cried
But this time they kept all silent;
And saddling the mutes inlaws,
Not a single word sent
They’ad some secret consent
O between them, one with the other.
5
Make you that friend
As is of land, O what of outlander?
Packs up HE and goes away HE
Plunging in the pain ye lover!
And after Him, ah as it were,
One should abandon ones own homeland.
6
Bring not these brutes near me
O these have given me great sorrow;
Deal them a good hiding
And away from me take them, tow;
They’ave spirited away only now
My Loved One from my home.
7
Yet O inlaws you ever live
And living inflict al these out-rages
To poor spirit there is no help
Other than but what you give;
O how could I now sunder, rive
My heart from you, ‘tis not for this.
8
The Lord ever abides there
Here but He resolved in spirit,
His Holy Ghost immanent
In every heart as love doth sit;
These were promptings of IT
That bade me to traverse the terrains.
CANTO II
1
Today too, inlaw have made me rain
Morning tears on His path;
Ah, they’ave spirited away Love
Breaking all the doors again,
Woe me! What was said, happened
Now ‘tis to them to come or not
Depends on their discretion;
See but where’s All-compassion
Whwere she raises hands, for the help!
3
Today too they saddle their mounts
Standing on their tip-toes;
Daily they ‘ld hint to each other
The inlaws in exotic lingoes;
O they are taking away, those
My Love talking in secret languages.
CANTO III
1
For the sake of God came! Men!
Drive not your camels away;
O of my poor spirit here
Thou art the only support and mainstay;
O in Thy kingdom away,
O, never forsake me, not for ever.
2
For the sake of God, O came! Men!
Take away not camels so hurriedly;
Take along this girl with you
Holding her by hair O roughly;
Ah, the love of Lord will kill me
His remembrance aain, anonly;
Shaming I be stock kinly
O were I to return before, reaching Him.
3
Ah, many a one maid did perish
Before reaching the Lord’s country
The paths are one ad twenty
Who knows what they took, and vanished.
4
O that come to us Lord! Those
By seeing whom the heart be happy;
Or that see I somehow, some way
The land of my happy family;
Winding through passes says Latif
Hear I their music heavely;
And soar to Him as maid scantly
Were I to see these, Lord of all hosts.
5
Love is not that labyrinthine
Inlaws have but made it so;
I shall go there for myself
Witness on way His images divine
Away O mount, from eyes mine
Lest turn you I shall in.
CANTO IV
1
O help they’ave spirited away my Love,
These hirsute and virsute inlaws;
Now I shall haste for Him
Up at any height, where HE was;
Who could reach the First Cause,
Yet I’ld make most of me.
2
In gathering gloom, I’ld not be wary
Thus in morning I saw all the doom;
O it’s now hence necessary,
That live I without Love all these days.
3
Brought up by washermen though
I am daughter of a Brahman Faterh
Elegance of Him undone me
O I was slayed by His splendour;
Now till I live so-ever
I am plighted to His path of union.
4
We all are washermen at His shore
The labourers of Heavenly Love,
HE’s wont to heavenly perfume
We bu earthly scent wore;
O that HE, us never more
Suffocated in our bad smell.
5
O I am such ignorant being
As shall call the slave a queen;
‘Tis for me that Lord had been
a washerman, on the shore of world.
CANTO V
1
Witnessed she vultures last night
While wandering for im in wilderness;
Impulses might turn to bitter lot
Yet she’ld out to Him press;
How would she forsake Him, nless
The death but came and undid her.
2
Those who’ave no fare, the way-farers
HE’s Himself the Love-their helper;
Comes HE waltzing in to them
And treads with hem heavely measure,
‘Tween them starts a talk-over
in less than an instant says Latif.
3
The aspirant climbed through the ascent,
What mighty ones all routed;
Twas to her like a descent
To others though a soaring Mount.
CANTO VI
1
Criss-cross and cutting were crags
Of the Mount standing before me;
Being held there, sent I a cry unto Him,
Beseemeth like so loudly;
That reached it home unto Him,
O heard HE my hearts plea;
So to call is province of me,
And to hear is, the province of Him.
2
Longing as I laid me on bed
The longing won’t let me sleep;
And thus waking, when I slept
O HE came, but I not waked;
O sisters! I was blind folded,
Slee and longing how can go together?
3
My love is my Gem within
HE’s All sparkle in encircling gloom;
Even on da of reckoning
HE won’t leave me, in surrounding doom;
Knowing me, ‘ll beckon to Him Bridegroom
The Lord God of all Hosts.
CANTO VII
1
All desert is filled with perfume
The hills send sprays of grace;
Whole world rejoices in His praise
Hosanna hosanna is each every place
All queens have worn a new face
All maids forgiven their sins.
2
Come out to them in wildernesses
When scent of coming of their Lord;
They put on their silken dresses,
The woes of slaves all vanished.
SUR MAZOORI
CANTO I
1
Came the cannin’d brute, and awakened me
The dog-that my Kindly Friend sent;
Ran in he barking at me
With his deadly eye upon me bent;
O he is all along intent
To scare away all my sins, by barking.
2
“Yet neither are we pariah by race
nor any thieves her O ye beast?
So why must you them mensace
Who are His way-farers only”.
3
Slay if you must-then slay yourself, Dear!
Assign not to the beasts
I’ll not on my body bear,
The hands of these progreny of devil.
4
“O they’ve seen friend of the Master
So they but go after you
They act not against their orders
And within these remain ever true;
Flock of Shephed when they view
They only bark and not bite them”.
5
“Only when HE harks to them
They’ll come bark and bay
What are said they perform,
Valueless are these beasts of prey;
Otis not their fault anyway”
‘Tis HE that frightens you.”
6
Hitching my wagon to His Star
I was hurled in many an exotic wor’d
Who were i- Brahman or no
Whence came, none knew a word
Even in Sindh I’ad not been heard,
Were it not for Him Who heralded me!
CANTO II
1
The stricken one cannot be angry
And the hungry one not happy;
Yet the naked one and to marry
Has altogether forgotten from heart.
2
Yet better is nakedness sisters!
That makes one forget the marriage;
O leaving off all appendage
Come you out on the path of Love.
3
Come you out on the path of Love
Leaving off lure of greed;
O how could she win the Meed,
Sleeps who the sleep of senses!
4
Bears who not a stripe on body
Goes she and reaches the Groom
Went who laid out in loom
O lost she the union with Love.
5
Neither here nor there, the burdned soul
Earned for her a good word
No rich man rahed the Lord
Those but who renounced all riches.
CANTO III
1
Treading to Kingdom of Lord
O my sins start to shudder!
They’re all going on caparisoned camels
I afoot stumble, stagger;
Ah, how without some mount,
I could do these distances ever;
Great wastes are heard still further
Yet to sit is, beyond my power now!
2
O that going to Kindom of God
My steps go not astray;
And crawling through the cliffs
I meet Him some how, some day;
And see Him there I pray
That to sit now, is beyond my power.
3
Ah, rise not to sky ye trees!
Nor soar up that high, ye hills!
Also weep not my eyes, O please!
Find I so the foot of my Friend.
CANTO IV
1
O DIE THAT YOU ENJOY,
HEE LIVING BEAUTY OF THE Beloved;
That your life you justify
So taking this advice of mine
2
Who did die before their death
They did not die or vanquish’t
They but live and ever-exist
Before those who existed.
3
They do live before those lived
And shall live ever and aye
They won’t die, never O nay
Who’ad dided before their death.
4
High and steep is the Liefe-Hill
And the climbing is all woe
Yet O death before me go
That follow I thee in footsteps.
CANTO V
1
By hands, feet, and knees, scramble on
And with the head too;
And not for a while leave girl,
Wording litany to the Love, you;
You’ave title to His love
You love Him, that you knew;
So come to you if other crew
Take not for one up on Mount.
2
Take you may long strides,
Or go slow at steady pace
What is written even a trace
Would’nt be lessened from your length.
3
That which is writ on your brow
That cannot go to your back;
Now live out that somehow
What HE wrote on tablet of life.
CANTO VI
1
Stopped, I can’t be stopped now
Save seeing Him my Dearest Love;
I can’t help it friends now
till I see not, the Brent Brow
Tomorrow I’ave thrown away
The covenant follow, I cannot now;
Cannot wait to the morning’s glow,
So kill me either, or meet me Love!”
2
Tomorrow she’ad thrown away,
Only today is taken by her;
The one who is so already late
O do not tether her to late-r!
Now kill me This sufferer!
Or make me meet You Dear Love!
3
The tricken one begs for the boon!
And comes there death in the way;
“O were you to come to me today
of tomorrow, the prayers I’ld say
So either now this life take away,
Or make me unite with you!”
4
Striken one give up wedding bed
And renounce thee marriage vow;
Search out paths, there know,
That you find Him there.
5
His vision is more than marriage-bed
Never in this doubt lay;
Be servitor, fill His jars
And waver not from snags of the way;
Better is a moment with Him aye!
Than all the long year with others.
6
And to see Him every time, anon
Know you being on the marriage bed;
Better HE for one moment is won,
Than all the life trifled with thers.
7
The flute cut from its root pines,
The head from body cries;
The one remmbers its old ties,
The other weeps for old of yore.
CANTO VII
1
O I could not meet my Friend,
The days flew
Alack unavailing without union.
2
Ah I could not meet my Friend,
Several suns went down setting;
Now hence myself getting
O first I see Him, then breathe last.
3
I have not met Him O yet!
You’re down setting O Sun
Wait what message I give you
Give it to the Beloved One;
Tell to Him in Kingdom of Heaven
That died she in distance, the girl.
1
Came the cannin’d brute, and awakened me
The dog-that my Kindly Friend sent;
Ran in he barking at me
With his deadly eye upon me bent;
O he is all along intent
To scare away all my sins, by barking.
2
“Yet neither are we pariah by race
nor any thieves her O ye beast?
So why must you them mensace
Who are His way-farers only”.
3
Slay if you must-then slay yourself, Dear!
Assign not to the beasts
I’ll not on my body bear,
The hands of these progreny of devil.
4
“O they’ve seen friend of the Master
So they but go after you
They act not against their orders
And within these remain ever true;
Flock of Shephed when they view
They only bark and not bite them”.
5
“Only when HE harks to them
They’ll come bark and bay
What are said they perform,
Valueless are these beasts of prey;
Otis not their fault anyway”
‘Tis HE that frightens you.”
6
Hitching my wagon to His Star
I was hurled in many an exotic wor’d
Who were i- Brahman or no
Whence came, none knew a word
Even in Sindh I’ad not been heard,
Were it not for Him Who heralded me!
CANTO II
1
The stricken one cannot be angry
And the hungry one not happy;
Yet the naked one and to marry
Has altogether forgotten from heart.
2
Yet better is nakedness sisters!
That makes one forget the marriage;
O leaving off all appendage
Come you out on the path of Love.
3
Come you out on the path of Love
Leaving off lure of greed;
O how could she win the Meed,
Sleeps who the sleep of senses!
4
Bears who not a stripe on body
Goes she and reaches the Groom
Went who laid out in loom
O lost she the union with Love.
5
Neither here nor there, the burdned soul
Earned for her a good word
No rich man rahed the Lord
Those but who renounced all riches.
CANTO III
1
Treading to Kingdom of Lord
O my sins start to shudder!
They’re all going on caparisoned camels
I afoot stumble, stagger;
Ah, how without some mount,
I could do these distances ever;
Great wastes are heard still further
Yet to sit is, beyond my power now!
2
O that going to Kindom of God
My steps go not astray;
And crawling through the cliffs
I meet Him some how, some day;
And see Him there I pray
That to sit now, is beyond my power.
3
Ah, rise not to sky ye trees!
Nor soar up that high, ye hills!
Also weep not my eyes, O please!
Find I so the foot of my Friend.
CANTO IV
1
O DIE THAT YOU ENJOY,
HEE LIVING BEAUTY OF THE Beloved;
That your life you justify
So taking this advice of mine
2
Who did die before their death
They did not die or vanquish’t
They but live and ever-exist
Before those who existed.
3
They do live before those lived
And shall live ever and aye
They won’t die, never O nay
Who’ad dided before their death.
4
High and steep is the Liefe-Hill
And the climbing is all woe
Yet O death before me go
That follow I thee in footsteps.
CANTO V
1
By hands, feet, and knees, scramble on
And with the head too;
And not for a while leave girl,
Wording litany to the Love, you;
You’ave title to His love
You love Him, that you knew;
So come to you if other crew
Take not for one up on Mount.
2
Take you may long strides,
Or go slow at steady pace
What is written even a trace
Would’nt be lessened from your length.
3
That which is writ on your brow
That cannot go to your back;
Now live out that somehow
What HE wrote on tablet of life.
CANTO VI
1
Stopped, I can’t be stopped now
Save seeing Him my Dearest Love;
I can’t help it friends now
till I see not, the Brent Brow
Tomorrow I’ave thrown away
The covenant follow, I cannot now;
Cannot wait to the morning’s glow,
So kill me either, or meet me Love!”
2
Tomorrow she’ad thrown away,
Only today is taken by her;
The one who is so already late
O do not tether her to late-r!
Now kill me This sufferer!
Or make me meet You Dear Love!
3
The tricken one begs for the boon!
And comes there death in the way;
“O were you to come to me today
of tomorrow, the prayers I’ld say
So either now this life take away,
Or make me unite with you!”
4
Striken one give up wedding bed
And renounce thee marriage vow;
Search out paths, there know,
That you find Him there.
5
His vision is more than marriage-bed
Never in this doubt lay;
Be servitor, fill His jars
And waver not from snags of the way;
Better is a moment with Him aye!
Than all the long year with others.
6
And to see Him every time, anon
Know you being on the marriage bed;
Better HE for one moment is won,
Than all the life trifled with thers.
7
The flute cut from its root pines,
The head from body cries;
The one remmbers its old ties,
The other weeps for old of yore.
CANTO VII
1
O I could not meet my Friend,
The days flew
Alack unavailing without union.
2
Ah I could not meet my Friend,
Several suns went down setting;
Now hence myself getting
O first I see Him, then breathe last.
3
I have not met Him O yet!
You’re down setting O Sun
Wait what message I give you
Give it to the Beloved One;
Tell to Him in Kingdom of Heaven
That died she in distance, the girl.
Sur Sassui Abri
CANTO I
1
Sooner or later my going is to Him
To my Dear Dreaded One;
So let not be lost this labour of love
O Ye Lord of labourers alone;
Unto me this favour be done,
That in life I meet my love!
2
His longing had seethed her
Yet seethed she still in longin;
She’ad drunk Him to heart’s fill
Yet has slaked not her thirst, O never;
From this Font drinks who ever
Her thirst goes on ever increasing.
3
Perceiving from bublbles of Beauty
Whoseo had sight of IT;
Increased had to great measure
The suffering of their longing spirit
Abated not their thirst a bit
Waded though into deep waters.
4
Carry who love in their hearts
Thirst is their, a cup brimful;
Drink such cup upon cup
And kindle in ye-fire this full;
Say then “Hand me O Beautiful
Cup of thirst, but by your hands”
5
Let for waters sake first
She take to wandering deserts;
Then the water shall feel thirst
For her, who is so thirsty.
6
The fools had their huts on River
Yet and alas, they die of thirst;
Love is nearer than breath to them
But they strive not, and find Him never
Not for moment know this ever,
Like great sufferers raise their creies.
7
Sassui would not know, nor understand
The value of His secret converse;
Comuning with All-Knowing Punhoon
Out to world, shall put on her airs;
The unknowing one knew the worse
So lost away all the knowledge.
8
Let lowliness lead thy way
Walk behind it following footsteps;
And to Kingdom of Heavenly Lord
Never any humanly claim la;
Only His love, without thy self
Bear to Him up on way
And to ugly Tempter of the world
Always and ever say but nay;
Doubts and fears, all do away
Hug to heart, thought of Him
CANTO II
1
Seeing that Mount soaring so high
Slacken steps O must you why?
Pull yourself through passes, says Latif
Follow the hosts who went where-by;
Trace ye out the Transcendent Flame
Ask of others, where would IT fly;
And of Him, the All-potent Lord
Never from heart, the hope ye deny;
One Who’s close to the eye
O say not HE’s far from sight.
2
Who enthroned Him here from there
They met Him here, their Mate;
HE’s Intellect, Beauty incarnate
Nearer than single step is taken.
3
High soar where hoary old woods
And sprawl on earth, thick thorny ferns;
On one hand, flare up flints of path
On the other ground glares and burns
There the girl turns and turns
But finds not foot of her Friend.
4
The stricken had seen not before
All these oary woods in life;
The people had no mercy where
And all around them a darkness sore;
There she did make paramour
Only for sake of woes and sufferings.
CANTO II
1
Theree is not HE, thy Love O silly one!
Where thou thinkest Him to be;
Hence go not to the hilly region
HE is here the the Garden within thee;
Aliens are aliens O but see
Know Him yourself, yourself only.
2
Why must you go to the hoary woods
Why not seek Him O here?
The The Loving One, says Abdul Latif
Is not hiddin to any othersphere;
Only be pure, determine yourself
And in love to Him be faithful, sincere;
That inside in you while peer,
Fined you there seat of the Love.
3
Pretenders go to pilgrimage
And seek not Him, right in here;
Those who bear Him love sincere,
They forget to walk by feet.
4
Go yo by spirit alone to Him
Forget going to Him by feet;
The messenger’s mission, how so fleet
O never reached Kingdom in you.
5
And leave not ever, O ye woeful one!
The love of Him, from heart;
As twain shall not part
So hold on to it as your life itself.
CANTO IV
1
Who love not God by their spirit
O how ‘’ld they go to Kingdom of God;
They ‘ll on the midway sit,
Ah these many, the mere wishful ones;
2
Every one would wish for Him,
But none would take lifes Lenten fare;
O’tis not business of a faint-heart
This awesome journey to dare;
Who wouldn’t herself spare,
Only she come and walk with me.
3
His signs were evident to all
In their own being, in the All-life
Yet who with me in the strife,
Would come and walk along the difficult path?
4
Today I shall clean my clothes, mother!
And give them colour of vermilion;
O I shall be wanderer after my Love
Hold not here me in prison;
I’ld from ears, hang rigns of iron,
O like yogis for my far out friend.
5
What covenant had made you O Lord!
While with me, sitting in garden,
O that, now fulfil the word
Given t this, thy forsaken maid.
6
Let HE make covenants with you
All too many and different O girl!
What you could despite do,
Take you if the name of Love!
7
First you keep covenant with Him
Then t Him ‘tis to keep;
Never on those words sleep
What you had Him waking said.
8
O returning I die not mother
Before returning there I die
That last moment fall might I
On foot mark of my gone out Friend.
CANTO V
1
Descending deep into myself,
While I conversed with me intimately;
O there was no rising Mount before
Nor of the guides I had the need any
The Beloved was my Self Me
And lover but sufferings of the path.
2
Thus myself, I became my Beloved
All trappings of Sassui were gone;
He who knows his self, knows God
That’s now my knowledge blessed;
The what others in heavens traded
I’ad it’s commerce here in world.
3
I myself came as My Own Self
Trappings of seeker I simply shed;
“HE created man, in his own image”
its echo every-where reverbrated;
And so the girl appropriated
Her Love, by love by love in her lap.
4
Doubts’ad before undone her
Or else, she was herself the herself;
While she did lose herself
She did find herself, her nearer;
And know, save by knowing her
All other knowledge, avails not a whit.
5
Only for once, let go being yourself
That be you nearer to the Friend;
“I saw naught, save in what
I saw God “unto this tend;
That HE, of all thy Final End
Be not away from you, only in end.
6
Thus knowing, recognizing Him,
O how could I now sit silent;
Fire of love, in within me
Has flamed up and above went;
And “Fire of love, is Fire kindled
By the God” by Him sent;
Now is HE Brow Brent
And save Him, Know I not any one else.
7
O sisters! I was too ignorant,
I knew not what awaited me!
Had I known, I’ad not suffered
By subserving through covenant;
A little converse in hoary haunt
Bound my heart in bands of Love.
CANTO VI
1
Handed me HE cup of affliction
The one who was already afflicted
And burned within me all my being
Like a vessel, that was heated;
Peace of my heart O melted,
Perceiving luring tresses of the Love.
2
Pain will not by prescripts go,
The locks are pulling me by lure;
What I witnessed the Face Pure
And dark tresses falling upon cheeks.
3
She who is so strangled by strands
Wrapt is not in a winding sheet;
Binding round her neck the bands
Dances by feet a martyr’s dance.
CANTO VII
1
Tis not gone on any far off,
But to His omeground, the footprint of Friend;
So wherefore sit you on the way
Without love, endlessly unto the end?
O Godbring her back, send
The love that has abandoned her.
2
For sitters HE cannot be
Nor for sleepers His holy communion;
The Love is won by the walkers
Who shall move on yoked to His union;
Only they attain to Blessed vision,
take who must, the hazards of path.
3
By sitting on path, HE can’t be found
Nor by sleeping, to any one creep
Only those who walk and weep
To them HE ‘ld come, and make Tryst.
4
Get to know from single grain, Sassui!
Ask not of Him from grain-sifter;
Go thou and sit by a great heap
And winnow out dust, from it whatsoever;
That from it find you, gather
The Summum Bonum-Sum of all desires.
5
If His fire has caught you blow it up,
That it soar and catch the sky
And of the existence overhere
Throw to fire all the vestures thy;
And also your majestic’I’
Bring to the Blaze, for entire extinction
CANTO VIII
1
Friendless, helpless, strengthless
And guidless, go I;
Thieves wide in ambushfro me
All brutes in the holes me spy;
Now return to me, O Love, my
Lest die I in these desolations.
2
Though friendless, helpless and strengthless
Turns not back stricken one;
To Him she struggles, strives says Latif
Though forsaken and alone;
And cry she would to the One
Who is the Lord God of all hosts.
3
She laid herself on the way, worn
The death-angel came awakened her;
Revolves in her mind HE may,
Have sent a messenger to summon her.
4
Up O girl! For the gone spirits
One must endeavour, do the best;
Abandon not weary and worn
The path of the mutes, out in His quest;
To you shall come His guides blest
And show you the path unto Him
CANTO IX 1
Sit not there forgetting Him,
Or asking how far away is HE?
Who keeps on plodding the pilgrim,
Finds Him the All Beautiful One.
2
Without guides who seek Him
They grope in dark country much about;
None ever sought Him out
Except through priests of the way
3
O wind! Waste not those footprints
After which I follow His path and fare;
Scatterer! Thse feet of Him
On face of earth I commit to thy care;
Who are His guides but rare,
O, do not bury blowing over them.
4
Seek not Him away from you
Sit not yet Sassui! Here also;
Forsake though going by your feet
Forget, yet sitting on the pat so;
What are the creature comforts here
O let you but all these forgo
Only by the inner spirits go
That distance to Him, all be undone.
5
Worn off what she did so take
That steps did make her nearer
Twisting tore she asunder
The distance to the land of Love.
6
Came to me an exotic camel-man!
And shook me up from my sleep;
A letter on my hands did keep
And went away wedding me to woes.
7
Now alone by myself to His Self
Tread shall I, to where HE went;
And reach His homely grounds
Revel with Him to heart’s content;
So wading through this wilderness
O let me be quit of commitment;
Though hast already left with me,
Thy tiger of love, to tend and attend.
CANTO XI
Hark! Speak not, speaks He,
Listen what HE be saying
Only in sounding silences
HE His hints be betraying
Go with Him be staying,
Get you that gift of His pain.
2
Listen! HE has spoke ho!
Speaks HE, O’be silent;
Not a whiff remained with Him
An echo of ‘I’ existent;
HE cut and away sent, what was tree of your ‘I’ –ness.
3
Some while you be an ear
Some while a mouth that’s heard
Some while goat to be slaughter’d
Some while a knife to slaughter.
4
The knife and the killing goes on
In the court of the ‘I’ –killer
Blood money is the Rdeemer
Of the lovers, in such a land.
5
Ah my eyes’re covered with dust
How must I follow the foot-prints;
Who is, who remove it must
From off eyes, such a blind one?
6
O the eyes of All-Seeing Love
Are always with this blind.
HE Himself doth but find
His face in all the faces.
1
Sooner or later my going is to Him
To my Dear Dreaded One;
So let not be lost this labour of love
O Ye Lord of labourers alone;
Unto me this favour be done,
That in life I meet my love!
2
His longing had seethed her
Yet seethed she still in longin;
She’ad drunk Him to heart’s fill
Yet has slaked not her thirst, O never;
From this Font drinks who ever
Her thirst goes on ever increasing.
3
Perceiving from bublbles of Beauty
Whoseo had sight of IT;
Increased had to great measure
The suffering of their longing spirit
Abated not their thirst a bit
Waded though into deep waters.
4
Carry who love in their hearts
Thirst is their, a cup brimful;
Drink such cup upon cup
And kindle in ye-fire this full;
Say then “Hand me O Beautiful
Cup of thirst, but by your hands”
5
Let for waters sake first
She take to wandering deserts;
Then the water shall feel thirst
For her, who is so thirsty.
6
The fools had their huts on River
Yet and alas, they die of thirst;
Love is nearer than breath to them
But they strive not, and find Him never
Not for moment know this ever,
Like great sufferers raise their creies.
7
Sassui would not know, nor understand
The value of His secret converse;
Comuning with All-Knowing Punhoon
Out to world, shall put on her airs;
The unknowing one knew the worse
So lost away all the knowledge.
8
Let lowliness lead thy way
Walk behind it following footsteps;
And to Kingdom of Heavenly Lord
Never any humanly claim la;
Only His love, without thy self
Bear to Him up on way
And to ugly Tempter of the world
Always and ever say but nay;
Doubts and fears, all do away
Hug to heart, thought of Him
CANTO II
1
Seeing that Mount soaring so high
Slacken steps O must you why?
Pull yourself through passes, says Latif
Follow the hosts who went where-by;
Trace ye out the Transcendent Flame
Ask of others, where would IT fly;
And of Him, the All-potent Lord
Never from heart, the hope ye deny;
One Who’s close to the eye
O say not HE’s far from sight.
2
Who enthroned Him here from there
They met Him here, their Mate;
HE’s Intellect, Beauty incarnate
Nearer than single step is taken.
3
High soar where hoary old woods
And sprawl on earth, thick thorny ferns;
On one hand, flare up flints of path
On the other ground glares and burns
There the girl turns and turns
But finds not foot of her Friend.
4
The stricken had seen not before
All these oary woods in life;
The people had no mercy where
And all around them a darkness sore;
There she did make paramour
Only for sake of woes and sufferings.
CANTO II
1
Theree is not HE, thy Love O silly one!
Where thou thinkest Him to be;
Hence go not to the hilly region
HE is here the the Garden within thee;
Aliens are aliens O but see
Know Him yourself, yourself only.
2
Why must you go to the hoary woods
Why not seek Him O here?
The The Loving One, says Abdul Latif
Is not hiddin to any othersphere;
Only be pure, determine yourself
And in love to Him be faithful, sincere;
That inside in you while peer,
Fined you there seat of the Love.
3
Pretenders go to pilgrimage
And seek not Him, right in here;
Those who bear Him love sincere,
They forget to walk by feet.
4
Go yo by spirit alone to Him
Forget going to Him by feet;
The messenger’s mission, how so fleet
O never reached Kingdom in you.
5
And leave not ever, O ye woeful one!
The love of Him, from heart;
As twain shall not part
So hold on to it as your life itself.
CANTO IV
1
Who love not God by their spirit
O how ‘’ld they go to Kingdom of God;
They ‘ll on the midway sit,
Ah these many, the mere wishful ones;
2
Every one would wish for Him,
But none would take lifes Lenten fare;
O’tis not business of a faint-heart
This awesome journey to dare;
Who wouldn’t herself spare,
Only she come and walk with me.
3
His signs were evident to all
In their own being, in the All-life
Yet who with me in the strife,
Would come and walk along the difficult path?
4
Today I shall clean my clothes, mother!
And give them colour of vermilion;
O I shall be wanderer after my Love
Hold not here me in prison;
I’ld from ears, hang rigns of iron,
O like yogis for my far out friend.
5
What covenant had made you O Lord!
While with me, sitting in garden,
O that, now fulfil the word
Given t this, thy forsaken maid.
6
Let HE make covenants with you
All too many and different O girl!
What you could despite do,
Take you if the name of Love!
7
First you keep covenant with Him
Then t Him ‘tis to keep;
Never on those words sleep
What you had Him waking said.
8
O returning I die not mother
Before returning there I die
That last moment fall might I
On foot mark of my gone out Friend.
CANTO V
1
Descending deep into myself,
While I conversed with me intimately;
O there was no rising Mount before
Nor of the guides I had the need any
The Beloved was my Self Me
And lover but sufferings of the path.
2
Thus myself, I became my Beloved
All trappings of Sassui were gone;
He who knows his self, knows God
That’s now my knowledge blessed;
The what others in heavens traded
I’ad it’s commerce here in world.
3
I myself came as My Own Self
Trappings of seeker I simply shed;
“HE created man, in his own image”
its echo every-where reverbrated;
And so the girl appropriated
Her Love, by love by love in her lap.
4
Doubts’ad before undone her
Or else, she was herself the herself;
While she did lose herself
She did find herself, her nearer;
And know, save by knowing her
All other knowledge, avails not a whit.
5
Only for once, let go being yourself
That be you nearer to the Friend;
“I saw naught, save in what
I saw God “unto this tend;
That HE, of all thy Final End
Be not away from you, only in end.
6
Thus knowing, recognizing Him,
O how could I now sit silent;
Fire of love, in within me
Has flamed up and above went;
And “Fire of love, is Fire kindled
By the God” by Him sent;
Now is HE Brow Brent
And save Him, Know I not any one else.
7
O sisters! I was too ignorant,
I knew not what awaited me!
Had I known, I’ad not suffered
By subserving through covenant;
A little converse in hoary haunt
Bound my heart in bands of Love.
CANTO VI
1
Handed me HE cup of affliction
The one who was already afflicted
And burned within me all my being
Like a vessel, that was heated;
Peace of my heart O melted,
Perceiving luring tresses of the Love.
2
Pain will not by prescripts go,
The locks are pulling me by lure;
What I witnessed the Face Pure
And dark tresses falling upon cheeks.
3
She who is so strangled by strands
Wrapt is not in a winding sheet;
Binding round her neck the bands
Dances by feet a martyr’s dance.
CANTO VII
1
Tis not gone on any far off,
But to His omeground, the footprint of Friend;
So wherefore sit you on the way
Without love, endlessly unto the end?
O Godbring her back, send
The love that has abandoned her.
2
For sitters HE cannot be
Nor for sleepers His holy communion;
The Love is won by the walkers
Who shall move on yoked to His union;
Only they attain to Blessed vision,
take who must, the hazards of path.
3
By sitting on path, HE can’t be found
Nor by sleeping, to any one creep
Only those who walk and weep
To them HE ‘ld come, and make Tryst.
4
Get to know from single grain, Sassui!
Ask not of Him from grain-sifter;
Go thou and sit by a great heap
And winnow out dust, from it whatsoever;
That from it find you, gather
The Summum Bonum-Sum of all desires.
5
If His fire has caught you blow it up,
That it soar and catch the sky
And of the existence overhere
Throw to fire all the vestures thy;
And also your majestic’I’
Bring to the Blaze, for entire extinction
CANTO VIII
1
Friendless, helpless, strengthless
And guidless, go I;
Thieves wide in ambushfro me
All brutes in the holes me spy;
Now return to me, O Love, my
Lest die I in these desolations.
2
Though friendless, helpless and strengthless
Turns not back stricken one;
To Him she struggles, strives says Latif
Though forsaken and alone;
And cry she would to the One
Who is the Lord God of all hosts.
3
She laid herself on the way, worn
The death-angel came awakened her;
Revolves in her mind HE may,
Have sent a messenger to summon her.
4
Up O girl! For the gone spirits
One must endeavour, do the best;
Abandon not weary and worn
The path of the mutes, out in His quest;
To you shall come His guides blest
And show you the path unto Him
CANTO IX 1
Sit not there forgetting Him,
Or asking how far away is HE?
Who keeps on plodding the pilgrim,
Finds Him the All Beautiful One.
2
Without guides who seek Him
They grope in dark country much about;
None ever sought Him out
Except through priests of the way
3
O wind! Waste not those footprints
After which I follow His path and fare;
Scatterer! Thse feet of Him
On face of earth I commit to thy care;
Who are His guides but rare,
O, do not bury blowing over them.
4
Seek not Him away from you
Sit not yet Sassui! Here also;
Forsake though going by your feet
Forget, yet sitting on the pat so;
What are the creature comforts here
O let you but all these forgo
Only by the inner spirits go
That distance to Him, all be undone.
5
Worn off what she did so take
That steps did make her nearer
Twisting tore she asunder
The distance to the land of Love.
6
Came to me an exotic camel-man!
And shook me up from my sleep;
A letter on my hands did keep
And went away wedding me to woes.
7
Now alone by myself to His Self
Tread shall I, to where HE went;
And reach His homely grounds
Revel with Him to heart’s content;
So wading through this wilderness
O let me be quit of commitment;
Though hast already left with me,
Thy tiger of love, to tend and attend.
CANTO XI
Hark! Speak not, speaks He,
Listen what HE be saying
Only in sounding silences
HE His hints be betraying
Go with Him be staying,
Get you that gift of His pain.
2
Listen! HE has spoke ho!
Speaks HE, O’be silent;
Not a whiff remained with Him
An echo of ‘I’ existent;
HE cut and away sent, what was tree of your ‘I’ –ness.
3
Some while you be an ear
Some while a mouth that’s heard
Some while goat to be slaughter’d
Some while a knife to slaughter.
4
The knife and the killing goes on
In the court of the ‘I’ –killer
Blood money is the Rdeemer
Of the lovers, in such a land.
5
Ah my eyes’re covered with dust
How must I follow the foot-prints;
Who is, who remove it must
From off eyes, such a blind one?
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O the eyes of All-Seeing Love
Are always with this blind.
HE Himself doth but find
His face in all the faces.
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