Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Lakh aashiq peerh saherhee hoo. Dhain, rurhhan jith khatree hove,

Hik hik peer ton aalam kooke,
Lakh aashiq peerh saherhee hoo.
Dhain, rurhhan jith khatree hove,
Kaun charhe us berhee hoo.
Aashiq naik salaahee charhde,
Taar kappar wich bherhee hoo.
Jith ishq tulendaa naal rattee de,
Aashiq lazzat nakherhee hoo.
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People howl and cry over the slightest of discomforts,
While lovers gladly embrace a million torments.
Who would risk his life boarding a ship
If the waves were hitting it hard And the shore collapsing?
Lovers joyously board the ship of God’s love-
Even though their souls are pitched Against the vortices of life.
Unsurpassed is the joy of lovers in the court of the Lord,
Where love is weighed in the smallest measure, O Bahu!*
*
(where every single moment devoted to the remembrance of God’s Name is credited to the soul’s account)

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