Without my love, I feel like mad,
People around me laugh at me.
He should come and cheer me up,
This alone remains my plea,
Hide not behind the veil, my love,
I long to have a glimpse of you.
Your slave is being auctioned free
Come my love and rescue me
No longer can I perch elsewhere
I am the Bulbul of your tree
Hide not behind the veil, my love,
I long to have a glimpse of you.
Bulleh! Who is He?
A queer type friend!
He has the Quran in His hand and
And in the same the holy thread
The soil is the horse, so is the riderThe soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soilThe soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil.That soil with more on it, is arroganceThe soil is the garden so is its beautyThe soil admires the soil in all its wondrous formsAfter the circle…
countless cloths and colors,a thousand hanks and skeins –with ten thousand namesten thousand places.But there is one thread only.
Neither Sunni nor Shia,Let us walk the road of peace.We are neither hungry nor replete,Neither naked nor covered up.Neither weeping nor laughing,Neither ruined nor settled,We are not sinners or pure and virtuous,What is sin and what is virtue, this I do not know.Says Bulhe Shah, one who attaches his self with the lord.Gives up both…
Was supping a cup of poison.Come, my healer, it’s my final hour.Your love has made me dance all over.
Going to River Ganges is not the ultimateEven if hundreds of cleansing (Baptisms) are doneGoing to Gaya is not the ultimateEven if hundreds of worships are doneBulleh Shah the ultimate isWhen the ‘I’ is removed from the heart[He] Read a lot and became a scholarBut [he] never read himself[He] goes enters into the temple &…
Diminishing this night of our union.Were he to look into my heart,Himself, he would fling it away.The unheard music plays majestically.The singer accomplished in rhythm and measure.Forgotten are my prayersAs the distiller gives me plentiful wine.At the wondrous sight of his face,All my sorrows vanished.The night marches on. How can I extend it?O build a…
