بُلّھے شاہBULLEH SHAHTHE LIVING VERSE
FROM THE WORDS OF BULLEH SHAH

Bārah Māh

The twelve months of longing

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

Couplet.

दोहरा-

In Assu, let my letter reach my love's own eyes.

अस्सू लिखूं सन्देसवा वाचे मेरा पी ।

Why did you leave and cast my heart into unrest?

गमन किया तुम काहे को जो कलमल आया जी ।

Assu brings no hope but you; my life lies in your hands.

अस्सू असां तुसाडी आस, साडी जिन्द तुसाडे पास,

Love strikes deep into my heart; grief wastes my flesh and bone.

जिगर मुढ्ढ प्रेम दी लाश, दुक्खां हड्ड सुकाए मास,

Love's thorns have burned me through.

सूलां साड़ियां ।

Burned and broken, left behind: why did I not go with you?

सूलां साड़ी रही बेहाल, मुट्ठी तदों ना गईआं नाल,

Love's city turns the world around; still I will seek my love.

उलटी प्रेम नगर दी चाल, बुल्ल्हा शहु दी करसां भाल,

My love has laid me low.

प्यारे मारियां ।१।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

How shall Katak pass? Bear the pain that comes.

कहो कत्तक कैसी जो बण्यु कठन सो भोग ।

Bowl at my head, hands joined, I beg the gift of meeting.

सीस कप्पर हत्थ जोड़ के मांगे भीख संजोग ।

Katak: the spindle falls away, and longing will not let me rest.

कत्तक ग्या तुम्बन कत्तन, लग्गी चाट तां होईआ अत्तण,

Door after door, I call aloud: lead me through the perilous ford.

दर दर लग्गी धुंमां घत्तन, औखी घाट पुचाए पत्तण,

All for my dark beloved.

शामे वासते ।

I am dying, heedless people; climb up high and call for help.

हुन मैं मोयी बेदरदा लोका, कोयी देयो उच्ची चड़्ह के होका,

My love for him is long and deep; without him, life is hard.

मेरा उन संग नेहुं चिरोका, बुल्ल्हा शहु बिन जीवन औखा,

And still he passes by.

जांदा पास ते ।२।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Through Magghar I search high and low, leaving no place untried.

मघ्घर मैं कर रहियां सोध के सभ उच्चे नीचे वेख ।

Pandits pore through book on book; the Lord escapes their reckoning.

पड़्ह पंडत पोथी भाल रहे हरि हरि से रहे अलेख ।

Where is home in Magghar? Love's great hunger eats my bones.

मघ्घर मैं घर किद्धर जांदा, राकश नेहुं हड्डां नूं खांदा,

My burning heart cries out for him; let someone bring my jewel home,

सड़ सड़ जिय प्या कुरलांदा, आवे लाल किसे दा आंदा,

And I will serve them all my days.

बांदी हो रहां ।

Whoever brings my love to me and cools this fire of grief,

जो कोयी सानूं यार मिलावे, सोज़े-अलम थीं सरद करावे,

Lifts the bride from her burning pyre; without my love, no sleep will come,

चिख़ा तों बैठी सती उठावे, बुल्ल्हा शौह बिन नींद ना आवे,

However long I lie.

भावें सो रहां ।३।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Poh comes: I go to ask my friend why he must stay away.

पोह हुन पुछूं जा के तुम न्यारे रहो क्युं मीत ।

What charmer stole your tender mind and made your heart a stone?

किस मोहन मन मोह ल्या जो पत्थर कीनो चीत ।

Poh's cold wind burns like a kiln; your leaving leaves me bare.

पानी पोह पवन भट्ठ पईआं, लद्दे होत तां उघड़ गईआं,

No parent, friend, or sister stays; love sets its torch to me.

ना संग मापे सज्जन सईआं, प्यारे इशक चवाती लईआं,

Grief throws me to and fro.

दुक्खां रोलियां ।

Thunder cracks and shakes my limbs; our boats lie in the desert.

कड़ कड़ कप्पन कड़क ड्राए, मारूथल विच बेड़े पाए,

Alive yet dead, O mother mine: why has my love not come?

ज्यूंदी मोयी नी मेरी माए, बुल्ल्हा शौह क्युं अजे ना आए,

My tears run on and on.

हंझू डोहलियां ।४।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

At Maghi I prepare to go and bathe upon the pilgrim road.

माघी नहावन मैं चल्ली जो तीरथ कर सम्यान ।

The clouds pour down with thunder; I bathe in falling tears.

गज्ज गज्ज बरसे मेघला मैं रो रो करां इशनान ।

Month follows month into Magh; love is new, and longing grows.

माघ महीने गए उलांघ, नवीं मुहबत बहुती तांघ,

Love calls me like a muezzin; my prayer is thirst for you.

इशक मुअज़्ज़न दित्ती बांग, पड़्हां नमाज़ पिया दी तांघ,

What more can I pray?

दुआईं की करां ।

Turn toward me, beloved; let my eyes behold your face.

आखां प्यारे मैं वल्ल आ तेरे मुक्ख वेखन दा चाअ,

Burn me more, if burn you must; only bring me to my love.

भावें होर तत्ती नूं ताअ, बुल्ल्हा शौह नूं आण मिला,

Let me belong to you.

तेरी हो रहां ।५।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Phaggan clothes the fields in bloom, the woods and grasses too.

फग्गन फुले खेत ज्युं बण तिन फूल सिंगार ।

Each branch wears leaves and flowers, a garland at its throat.

हर डाली फुल्ल पत्तियां गल फूलन दे हार ।

My friends play Holi in Phaggan; my eyes pour rivers down.

होरी खेलन सईआं फग्गन, मेरे नैन झलारीं वग्गण,

Each living day is hard to bear; love's arrows pierce my heart.

औखे ज्युंद्यां दे दिन तग्गन, सीने बान प्रेम दे लग्गण,

This is my game of Holi.

होरी हो रही ।

What the first day's pen inscribed, no hand can rub away.

जो कुझ रोज़ अज़ल थीं होई, लिखी कलम ना मेटे कोई,

Grief and anguish shelter me; someone tell my love,

दुक्खां सूलां दित्ती ढोई, बुल्ल्हा शौह नूं आखो कोई,

It is for him I weep.

जिस नूं रो रही ।६।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Chet fills the garden with the cuckoo's ceaseless calling.

चेत चमन विच कोइलां नित्त कू कू करन पुकार ।

Each call wears my heart away: when will my love come home?

मैं सुन सुन झुर झुर मर रही कब घर आवे यार ।

Chet is here; what shall I do? Wood and field are all in flower.

हुन की करां जो आया चेत, बण तिन फूल रहे सभ खेत,

You keep your depths and secrets hid; yours the triumph, mine the loss.

देंदे आपना अंत ना भेत, साडी हार तुसाडी जेत,

I have lost it all.

हुन मैं हारियां ।

Now I lose my very self; your love consumes me whole.

हुन मैं हार्या आपना आप, तुसाडा इशक असाडा खाप,

Your love's fever climbs in me; what fault has brought me this?

तेरे नेहुं दा शुक्या ताप, बुल्ल्हा शौह की लायआ पाप,

All my efforts fall away.

कारे हारियां ।७।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Hard is Vaisakhi's morning when your love is far away.

बसाखी दा दिन कठन है जो संग मीत ना हो ।

To whom can I complain? One market, yet two prices.

मैं किस को आगे जा कहूं इक मंडी भा दो ।

Vaisakh should please the heart: the grapes hang ripe in clusters.

तां मन भावें सुक्ख बसाख, गुच्छियां पईआं पक्की दाख,

The gatherer brings his harvest home; I cannot find a word,

लाखी घर लै आया लाख, तां मैं बात ना सक्कां आख,

Among the women with their loves.

कौतां वालियां ।

How strong the married women stand; grief makes me someone else.

कौतां वालियां डाढा ज़ोर, हुन मैं झुर झुर होईआं होर,

Thorns drive deep into my breast; there is no one but my love,

कंडे पुड़े कलेजे ज़ोर, बुल्ल्हा शौह बिन कोयी ना होर,

Whose reproaches fall on me.

जिन घत्त गालियां ।८।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Since my love left, Jeth's fierce fire has never left my heart.

जेठ जेही जोहे अगन है जब के बिछड़े मीत ।

I hear, I brood, I fade away: this is the love you give.

सुन सुन घुन घुन झुर मरूं जो तुमरी येह परीत ।

Jeth blows hot; in garden shade the others sit together.

लूआं धुप्पां पौंदियां जेठ, मजलिस बहन्दी बागां हेठ,

Heat and chill turn in my body; the merchant opens old accounts.

तत्ती ठंडी वग्गे पेठ, दफ़तर कढ्ढ पुराने सेठ,

Poison is my portion.

मुहरा खाणियां ।

Today, tomorrow comes the call; my heart burns as I sigh.

अज्ज कल्ल्ह सद्द होयी अलबत्ता, हुन मैं आह कलेजा तत्ता,

No husband home, no grain, no meal; my love is lost in others.

ना घर कौंत ना दाना भत्ता, बुल्ल्हा शौह होरां संग रत्ता,

Arrows fill my breast.

सीने कानियां ।੯।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Harh burns me in an instant: love has touched its flame to me.

हाड़ सोहे मोहे झट पटे जो लग्गी प्रेम की आग ।

Only the one who burns can know the fire that fate has lit.

जिस लागे तिस जल बुझे जो भौर जलावे भाग ।

What shall I do in Harh? Love makes my body a furnace.

हुन की करां जो आया हाड़्ह, तन विच इशक तपायआ भाड़,

Your love has burned me through; my crying eyes call out,

तेरे इशक ने दित्ता साड़, रोवन अक्खियां करन पुकार,

With sigh on sigh for you.

तेरे हावड़े ।

I plead before my dark beloved; the messenger bears my letters.

हाड़े घत्तां शामी अग्गे, कासद लै के पातर वग्गे,

Black hair goes and white hair comes; without my love I cannot last.

काले गए ते आए बग्गे, बुल्ल्हा शौह बिन ज़रा ना तग्गे,

Dark beloved, come back to me.

शामी बाहवड़े ।१०।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Clouds make Sawan beautiful; the Maker lights the heart.

सावन सोहे मेघला घट सोहे करतार ।

Inayat lives in every place; the rainbird calls his name.

ठौर ठौर इनायत बसे पपीहा करे पुकार ।

Malhar fills the rains with song; the grief that hounded me departs.

सोहन मलेहारा सारे सावन, दूती दुक्ख लग्गे उट्ठ जावण,

Boys play, girls sing; my radiant love comes home to me.

नींगरा खेडन कुड़ियां गावन, मैं घर रंग रंगीले आवण,

My hopes have flowered at last.

आसां पुन्नियां ।

God has answered all my hopes; his eyes and mine have met.

मेरियां आसां रब्ब पुचाईआं, मैं तां उन संग अक्खियां लाईआं,

Friends come singing blessings; Shah Inayat is my lord.

सईआं देन मुबारक आईआं, शाह इनायत आखां साईआं,

My hopes have flowered at last.

आसां पुन्नियां ।११।

Couplet.

दोहरा-

Sweet is Bhadon, sister, when each moment brings us union.

भादों भावे तब सखी जो पल पल होवे मिलाप ।

Each heart I open holds you; in every heart, yourself.

जो घट देखूं खोल्ह के घट घट दे विच आप ।

Bhadon wakes my sleeping fortune; the Master comes in splendour.

आ हुन भादों भाग जगाया, साहब कुदरत सेती आया,

Through every being he is spread; Shah Inayat shows himself.

हर हर दे विच आप समायआ, शाह इनायत आप लखायआ,

At last my eyes could see.

तां मैं लक्ख्या ।

At life's late hour came comfort; my eyes still ask for light.

आखर उमरे होयी तसल्ला, पल पल मंगन नैन तजल्ला,

What comes shall come by Allah's hand; without my love, no good.

जो कुझ होसी करसी अल्ल्हा, बुल्ल्हा शौह बिन कुझ ना भल्ला,

I have drunk love's sweetness.

प्रेम रस चक्ख्या ।१२।

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