Ishq asān nāl kehī kītī
What love has done to us
Two ways into the same verse. Tap a line to find its echo.
None knows the heart's ache in this alien country.
दिल दी वेदन कोई ना जाणे, अन्दर देस बगाने,
Only a taste of the deathless lets one know it.
जिस नूं चाट अमर दी होवे, सोई अमर पछाणे,
Steep is love's path; the climber knows.
एस इश्क दी औखी घाटी, जो चढ़आ सो जाणे ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
Love's fire, the fire of parting, burned me in a breath.
आतश इश्क फ़राक तेरे दी, पल विच साड़ विखाईआं,
Burnt by love, I cry to the world for help.
एस इश्क दे साड़े कोलों, जग विच दिआं दुहाईआं,
Only the body it burns can know.
जिस तन लग्गे सो तन जाणे, दूजा कोई ना जाणे ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
Love the butcher struck and left me without a self.
इश्क कसाई ने जेही कीती, रह गई ख़बर ना काई,
Love pressed fire to my breast and never looked again.
इश्क चवाती लाई छाती, फेर ना झाती पाई,
I hide my tears from my parents behind a thousand excuses.
माप्यां कोलों छुप छुप रोवां, कर कर लक्ख बहाने ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
Parting made me wild; they named me mad.
हिजर तेरे ने झल्ली करके, कमली नाम धराइआ,
Deaf, mute and blind, I spent my days.
सुमुन बुकमुन व उमयुन हो के, आपणा वकत लंघाइआ,
Look with mercy, master; do not press me so hard.
कर हुण नज़र करम दी साईआं, न कर ज़ोर धङाने ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
Your smiling greeting, dear one, returns at every moment.
हस्स बुलावां तेरा जानी, याद करां हर वेले,
Each moment, dusk and dawn, your absence hurts.
पल पल दे विच दर्द जुदाई, तेरा शाम सवेले,
Day and night I weep for days gone by.
रो रो याद करां दिन रातीं, पिछले वकत वेहाने ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
I need your love always, whatever it takes.
इश्क तेरा दरकार असां नूं, हर वेले हर हीले,
The pure Messenger Muhammad is my chosen intercessor.
पाक रसूल मुहंमद साहब, मेरे खास वसीले,
Bulleh Shah, if my love comes, a thousand thanks will rise.
बुल्ल्हे शाह जो मिले प्यारा, लक्ख करां शुकराने ।
What has love done to us? People fling their taunts.
इश्क असां नाल केही कीती, लोक मरेंदे तअने ।
