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.

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.

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
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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
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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.

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!

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.

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”.