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Two Sufi Poets of South Asia

Two Sufi Poets of South Asia

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poems of:
Baba Sheikh Farid (1173 - 1266)
Sultan Bahu (1628 - 1691)
translated into English
poems of:
Baba Sheikh Farid (1173 - 1266)
Sultan Bahu (1628 - 1691)
translated into English

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Two Sufi Poets of South Asia

poems written in Punjabi Baba Sheikh Farid Pakistan (1173 - 1266)
Baba Sheikh Farid was a Sufi saint who is considered by many to be the first major poet of the Punjabi language. He was born in the Multan district of what is today Pakistan. Later, when the Sikh holy book the Adi Granth was compiled, many of Baba Sheikh Farid's poems and couplets were included, alongside the poetry of Kabir and Ravidas. http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/F/FaridBabaShe/index.html#PoemList

Do not speak a hurtful word Do not speak a hurtful word, for in everyone lives the true Lord. Do not break anyone's heart, for each heart is a priceless pearl.

Raga Asa 1. True lovers are those who love with all their hearts. Those who think of another, speak of another are called false lovers. Those steeped in the color of God's love abide in His care. Those who forget His name are a burden upon earth. Those whom He gathers become dervishes at His door. Exalted are the mothers of such men who gave them birth,

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blessed is their coming into the world. Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 2 of 8 .

Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 3 of 8 . Grant to Sheikh Farid the blessing of Your adoration. O Sheikh Farid. This body shall become dust in the miserable. Then why do we love this false world and sell ourselves? We must ever speak of the true path. Sheikh Farid speaks: dear friend. their feet. Seeing strong. Let us walk the guru's course like humble disciples. turn to Allah. Those who pursue only gold should be sawn in half. a weak woman takes heart. endless. my salvation. let us not speak lies. We all know that we shall die and never again return. boundless.You are caring. handsome youths swim across to the other side. You are my protection O Lord. dark house of the grave. Those who have discerned this truth. Today is the day of union. their mouths I kiss. so tame these wild cranes of desire that inflame and incite the heart. 2. infinite.

O Sheikh. no one in this world can stay alive forever. O Farid: how many boatmen have come and gone? The body merely rots in the grave. forest fires in Chet. The place upon which I now sit. many have sat before and gone on their way. Says Farid. Cranes come to Katak. O heart. the Creator is in the creation and the creation in the Creator Whom shall we blame when He is everywhere? English versions by Nirmal Dass Original Language Punjabi Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 4 of 8 . The earth asks the sky. That which takes six months to form is destroyed in an instant. You must fathom the ocean Says Farid. you must fathom the ocean which contains what you want Why do you soil your hand searching the petty ponds. All ephemeral things pass on. lightning in Savan. but it is the soul that must suffer the consequences. Think of this. fair arms of women adorn lovers' necks. In winter.

Awans are the descendants of Ali. in me is smoke.1691) Sultan Bahu (ca 1628 – 1691) was a Muslim Sufi and saint. and shows what lies ahead. Sultan Bahu was also a prolific writer. Like many other sufi saints of the South Asia. when love made me aware. whose graves are alive. my body and soul and even the very limits Of time and space have all dropped from my consciousness. My separate self has merged in the whole: In that. In me are flames. My guide lives many mountains away. Love attachment. O Bahu. including qawaalis and kaafis. who founded the Sarwari Qadiri sufi order. It gives me strength by night and day. which is not used in any other genre of sufi music. Whoever has one grain of love is drunk without wine. as the majority of his books deal with specialised subjects related to Islam and Islamic mysticism. I Lost Myself in Him. Tradition has established a particular style of singing his couplets. Bahu. His poetic verses are sung in many genres of sufi music. with more than forty books on Sufism attributed to him. no longer a destination to reach. Sultan Bahu belonged to Awan tribe. There is no longer a journey to undertake. Bahu. in me is fuel. So what if love's idol is hidden? One's heart will never be far away So what if love's idol is hidden? One's heart will never be far away.com/poets/sultan-bahu/ I knew God well when love flashed before me I knew God well when love flashed before me. but he is visible before me. lies the secret of the unity that is God! Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 5 of 8 .wordpress. However. http://sufipoetry.Sultan Bahu (1628 . I only found my Beloved. it is his Punjabi poetry that has generated popular appeal and made him a household name in the region. Now there is neither nearness nor union. When the One Lord Revealed Himself to Me. They are true mystics.

I then placed my soul in his protection. My Master taught me a lesson My Master taught me a lesson: “Any moment you are negligent in remembrance of God Is a moment spent in denial of God. And I fixed my attention on the Lord. to lead me on. at last. But watch the lovers dance with ecstasy. grasped the beginning and the end I have. Within my heart are fourteen realms. Only then did I attain the goal of life. My love Has brought me face to face with Him. Those who have not realized God will wander. I died before death – to live in him. Constantly it burns in my heart with intense heat. the flame of His love shone within. This fire of love burns inside me with no smoke. Revealing the mysteries along my path. destitute in the next.” These words opened my eyes to reality. Homeless in this world. Chambers of light – ablaze With the profusion of God’s light. Such was the love I cultivated in my heart. Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 6 of 8 . at last. O Bahu! I have. Fuelled by my intense longing for the beloved.The moment I realized the oneness of God The moment I realized the oneness of God. Following the royal vein. As they merge into the oneness of God. Having thus bequeathed my soul to him. I found the Lord close by. present and future Pass before my eyes. grasped the beginning and the end: I have seen the whole spectacle of past.

May the perfect Master Who planted this jasmine in my heart. When the buds of mystery unfolded Into the blossoms of revelation. at the time of Creation. Both my denial that the creation is real And my embracing of God. Since then has my heart flowered. O Bahu. My separate self has merged in the Whole: In that. O Bahu! Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 7 of 8 . No longer a destination to reach. My Master has planted in my heart the jasmine of Allah’s Name My Master (Spiritual Guide) has planted in my heart. My entire being was filled with God’s fragrance. With the inner urge to return Home. Giving me not a moment of calm here on earth. the only reality. I lost myself in him. They are persecuted and left to cry in pain. May doom strike this world! It robs souls on their way to God. The world has never accepted his lovers. Be ever blessed. Have nourished the seedling down to its core. I heard him say: “Am I not your God?” “Indeed you are. reassured. lies the secret of the unity that is God! When. And even the very limits of time and space Have all dropped from my consciousness. Now there is neither nearness nor union. There is no longer a journey to undertake. God separated me from himself. God separated me from himself When. my body and soul. The jasmine of Allah’s Name. Love attachment.When the one Lord revealed himself to me When the one Lord revealed himself to me. at the time of Creation.” cried my soul.

It is the Royal Highway to the court of the Lord. starting from the eye center and leading up to the highest spiritual regions. †The Royal Vein or shah rag is the central current in the subtle body. Constantly it burns in my heart with intense heat. I tender my prayer without break in its repetition. to lead me on. The Hindus call it sushmana or sukhmana nadi.The moment I realized the oneness of God. My heart burns in the fire of separation from him. The path indicated by the Prophet is true. This fire of love burns inside me with no smoke. The flame of his love shone within. Two Sufi Poets of South Asia Page 8 of 8 . Hanging between life and death. Following the Royal Vein. Revealing the mysteries along my path. I bow in obeisance. I am ashamed at what they ask for. keep my love for you ever fresh. Says Bahu: I shall mortgage my religion for it. O Bahu: Following it one can find God Believers pray to God for the protection of faith Believers pray to God for the protection of faith. It is located and followed by means of the spiritual practice taught by a perfect Master. Even more at what they are willing to yield. The moment I realized the oneness of God. O Lord. I offer my prayer in the temple of my heart I offer my prayer in the temple of my heart – The only true place to worship God. My love has brought me face to face with him. But few pray for the gift of his love.† I found the Lord close by. It is not to be confused with the sushmana naadi of the yogis. I stand in supplication. which runs up the spinal column). Fueled by my intense longing for the Beloved. To which love can raise us. Religion is quite unaware of the spiritual plane.

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