Category Archives: Poetry

GUL-E-RANGEEN

 A collection of Iqbal’s works Read More »

Utho Meri Dunya K Garibon

utho meri dunya k garibon ko jaga do khak-e-umra k dar-o-diwar hila do garmao gulamon ka lahu soz-e-yaqin se kunjishk-e-phiromaya ko shahin se lara do sultani-e-jamahur ka ata hai zamana jo naqsh-e-kuhan tum ko nazar aye mita do jis khet se dahqan ko mayassar nahin rozi us khet k har khosha-e-gandum ko jala do kyon khaliq-o-makhluq mein hayal rahen parde ... Read More »

Forever Friendship

Just like a rose So precious and rare Is the forever friendship The two of us share. Planted with kindness It’s warmed by the sun Of caring and sharing Laughter and fun. It’s grounded in trust And nurtured in love With a sprinkling of grace From God up above. Tears of sadness and joy Like dew Renew this friendship I ... Read More »

Says Bullah Shah

Banish the timekeeper, my beloved has come home, my precious one! Again and again the time keeper strikes the gong, 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 prayers As the distiller gives me ... Read More »

Bulleh Shah speaks the truth

Stay silent to survive. People cannot stand to hear the truth. They are at your throat if you speak it. They keep away from those who speak it. But truth is sweet to its lovers! Truth destroys shara (shariah). Brings rapture to its lovers, And unexpected riches, Which shara (shariah) obscures. Those lovers cannot remain silent Who have inhaled the ... Read More »

My eyes have taken to the habit of weeping

As the period of separation became longer, Bullah’s condition became worse. On the one hand~ there was the pain of separation, on the other, the ridicule of people. He prostrates before the memory of his Master, and repeatedly entreats him to show his face to him at the earliest. Why do you tarry , my Beloved ? O Bullah, now ... Read More »

What fault was there in me

He left me, and himself he departed; What fault was there in me ?   Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace; My eyes pour out tears ! Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love ! There is no one as cruel as love ; This malady no physician can cure. There ... Read More »