بُلّھے شاہBULLEH SHAHTHE LIVING VERSE
FROM THE WORDS OF BULLEH SHAH

Aṭhvārā

A week of longing

Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Saturday: restless for a glimpse, I search for my beloved.

छनिछरवार उतावले, वेख सज्जन दी सो।

We shall not turn for home again; let come whatever comes.

असां मुड़ घर फेर ना आवणा, जो होयी होग सो हो।

Ah, Saturday dawns, and love's old grief presses me once more.

वाह वाह छनिछरवार वहेले, दुख सज्जन दे मैं वल पेले,

Through wilds and woods I search all night, at every untimely hour.

ढूंडां औझड़ जंगल बेले, ओहड़ा रैन कवल्लड़े वेले,

Parting hems me in.

बिरहों घेरियां।

Every moment longs for you; at night I cross the sleeping lions.

घड़ी तांघ तुसाडियां तांघां, रातीं सुत्तड़े शेर उलांघां,

I climb and call from every height; within my breast the spears still turn,

उच्ची चड़्ह के कूकां चांघां, सीने अन्दर रड़कन सांगां,

Beloved, they are yours.

प्यारे तेरियां।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Sunday blesses every step set upon the road.

ऐतवार सुनेत है, जो जो कदम धरे।

No lover makes excuses when the price is his own head.

उह वी आशक ना कहो, सिर देंदा उज़र करे।

Come, Sunday, come again; let parting's hour be gone.

ऐत ऐतवार भायत, विच्चों जाय हिजर दी सायत,

Hear the tale of all my pain; Inayat, come and lead me.

मेरे दुक्ख दी सुनो हकायत, आ इनायत करे हदायत,

Then I shall reach the farther shore.

तां मैं तारियां।

No friendship can be like your own; your absence strikes me down.

तेरी यारी जही ना यारी, तेरे पकड़ विछोड़े मारी,

Your love is all of Judgment Day; its weight of pain bows me.

इशक तुसाडा क्यामत सारी, तां मैं होईआं वेदन भारी,

Do something for my pain.

कर कुझ कारियां।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Monday, Bulla: why walk on, calling as you go?

बुल्ल्हा रोज़ सोमवार दे, क्या चल चल करे पुकार।

Countless friends stand there before me: whose water shall I bear?

अग्गे लक्ख करोड़ सहेलियां, मैं किस दी पाणीहार।

Grief rides upon my grieving self; tears are my eyes' day's work.

मैं दुख्यारी दुक्ख सवार, रोना अक्खियां दा रुज़गार,

My love asks nothing of me; I am as one already dead.

मेरी ख़बर ना लैंदा यार, हुन मैं जातां मुरदे हार,

He strikes the dead again.

मोयां नूं मारदा।

I quarrel with the one whose spear has pierced my heart.

मेरी ओसे नाल लड़ाई, जिस ने मैनूं बरछी लाई,

Fire flares within my breast; parting's butcher carves me up.

सीने अन्दर भाह भड़काई, कट्ट कट्ट खाय बिरहों कसाई,

I know my lover's hand.

पछायआ यार दा।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Tuesday: the flood is at my throat and climbing to my lips.

मंगल मैं गल पानी आ ग्या, लबां ते आवणहार।

Whirlpools close around me; he watches from the shore.

मैं घुंमन घेरां घेरियां, उह वेखे खला किनार।

Tuesday binds the heart; my lord throws us into the torrent.

मंगल बन्दीवान दिलां दे, छट्टे शहु दर्यावां पांदे,

Noon strikes hard with thunder; again the water drags us down.

कपड़ कड़क दुपहरीं खांदे, वल वल ग़ोत्यां दे मूंह आंदे,

All struck by love's own hand.

मारे यार दे।

He watches from the riverbank; our dying makes him laugh.

कंढे वेखे खला तमाशा, साडी मरग उन्हां दा हासा,

Hope still rises in my heart: when will he speak comfort,

दिल मेरे विच्च आया सू आसा, वेखां देसी कदों दिलासा,

With love within his voice?

नाल प्यार दे।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Wednesday: only love remains; all thought of self is gone.

बुद्ध सुद्ध रही महबूब दी, सुद्ध आपनी रही ना होर।

I offer all I am to him who draws my guiding thread.

मैं बलेहारी ओस दे, जो खिच्चदा मेरी डोर।

Wednesday brings its knowing, yet my love asks nothing of me.

बुद्ध सुद्ध आ ग्या बुद्धवार, मेरी ख़बर ना लए दिलदार,

I give up joy for sorrow: sorrow brought my love to me.

सुक्ख दुक्खां तों घत्तां वार, दुक्खां आण मिलायआ यार,

Beloved, you have borne me through.

प्यारे तारियां।

I will not let you leave, my love; your curls shall bind us close.

प्यारे चल्लन ना देसां चल्या, लै के नाल ज़ुलफ़ दे वल्या,

He turned to go; I drew him back and kept him in my heart.

जां उह चल्या तां मैं वल्या, तां मैं रक्खसां दिल विच रल्या,

My whole self is my offering.

लैसां वारियां।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Thursday comes in loveliness, free of grief and sighing.

जुंमेरात सुहावणी, दुक्ख दरद ना आहां पाप।

Dressed in this robe of ours, he comes to see the play.

उह जामा साडा पहन के, आया तमाशे आप।

Thursday came and brought the wedding gift: a pitcher full of wine.

अग्गों आ गई जुंमेरात, शराबों गागर मिली बरात,

The dizzy cup fell to my hand; essence and attributes were lost.

लग्ग ग्या मसत प्याला हात, मैनूं भुल्ल गई ज़ात सफ़ात,

I am drunk and wild with love.

दीवानी हो रही।

They cannot bear my strangeness; mullahs give me charms to drink.

ऐसी ज़हमत लोक ना पावन, मुल्लां घोल तवीज़ पिलावण,

They chant and call the spirits; friends dance Shah Madar's rites.

पड़्हन अज़ीमत जिन्न बुलावन, सईआं शाह मदार खिडावण,

I sit without a word.

मैं चुप्प हो रही।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Friday brought forgiveness even to a flawed soul such as mine.

रोज़ जुंमे दे बखशियां, मैं जहियां अउगणहार।

How could grace refuse the one who keeps her fivefold prayer?

फिर उह क्युं ना बखशशी, जेहड़ी पंज मुकीम गुज़ार।

Friday flowers as none before; I know the One who covers faults.

जुंमे दी होरों होर बहार, हुन मैं जाता सही सतार,

Mistress, servant, both cross safely; my love's foot rests on my head.

बीबी बांदी बेड़ा पार, सिर ते कदम धरेंदा यार,

I am the bride whose love is home.

सुहागन हो रही।

You speak the speech of lovers: why leave your love and flee?

आशक हो हो गल्लां दस्सें, छोड़ मशूकां कंै वल्ल नस्सें,

Bulla, beloved, you dwell within; each day you rise to play and laugh.

बुल्ल्हा शहु असाडे वस्सें, नित्त उठ खेडें नाले हस्सें,

I sleep against his breast.

गल लग्ग सो रही।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Monday gave its wound to us; Tuesday brought no sense.

पीर असां नूं पीड़ां लाईआं, मंगल मूल ना सुरतां आईआं,

Saturday, love gave us away; Wednesday, he asks nothing.

इशक छनिछर घोल घुमाईआं, बुद्ध सुद्ध लैंदा नहींउं यार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Monday takes me to the shrine to honour prophet and guide.

पीर वार रोज़े ते जावां, सभ पैगम्बर पीर मनावां,

Once I see my lover's face, I dress myself in splendour.

जद पिया दा दरशन पावां, करदी हार शिंगार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

No logic-books, no fine debates, no lists of rite and duty.

मन्नतक मान्हे पड़्हां ना असलां, वाजब फ़रज़ ना सुन्नत नकलां,

What did law's cleverness achieve? Without his face, nothing.

कंम किस आईआं शर्हा दियां अकलां, कुझ नहीं बाझों दीदार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Shah Inayat is our faith; our faith and world find grace.

शाह इनायत दीन असाडा, दीन दुनी मकबूल असाडा,

Braids and tassel tangled fast, I roam from wild to wild.

खुब्बी मींढी दसत परांदा, फिरां उजाड़ उजाड़।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Lost Heer fades, calling Mahi, Mahi, with every breath.

भुल्ली हीर सलेटी मरदी, बोले माही माही करदी,

None can share my aching heart; I shall meet my Ranjha.

कोयी ना मिलदा दिल दा दरदी, मैं मिलसां रांझन यार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

Bulla forgot the measured prayer the day he heard that song.

बुल्ल्हा भुल्ला नमाज़ दुगाना, जद दा सुण्यां तान तराना,

I heed no counsel from reason; love cries at full pitch.

अकल कहे मैं ज़रा ना माना, इशक कूकेंदा तारो तार।

Friday flowers as none before.

जुंमे दी होरो होर बहार।

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