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Ly We tk tof tue fe1d bit We wey “Lat SEE ZF be es € BLM ie Fee arp ‘oak a °F Uh HB deol herk ud ue ot Se ost erp es UF SDV UB EF Aries Bk pf bat hoy Oe WL ELV G6 be Wb uF b OY UF Ceo ole ISO LIne FL be PIL Jf Two Come my love, take care of me. 1am in great agony. Ever separated, my dreams are dreary. Looking for you, ry eyes are weary. All alone | am robbed in a desert. Waviaid by a bunch of waywards. ‘The Mulla and Qazi chow me the way, ‘Their maze of dharma that is in swau, ‘They are the confirmed thieves of time. ‘They spread their net of saintly crime. “Their time-worr’norms are seldom right, With these they chain my feet so tight ! My lave cates not for caste or creed. To the ritual faith | pay no heed. My Master lives on yonder bank ‘While | am caught in the gale of greed. With his boat at anchor, He stands in wait I must hasten, I cen’t be late. Bulleh Shah must find his love, He needn't have the least fright. His fove i around, yet he looks for Him Misled in the broad daviiaht. Come my love, take care of me, Fam in great agory,Li dtd afi dt Eri tb & Eb} oz NE efiuan ds vi & ant ZF kun Bete 28 & op CTL! 2 etheey Uk fas Ver ord THREE Strange are the times! Crows swoop on hawks, Sparrows Ho eagles silk Strange ave the times! The lragis are despised While the donkeys are prized. Strange ate the tewes! Those with coarse blankets are kings: “The erstwhileskings watch them from the ring Strange are the times! {t's not without reason or rhyme, Strange ace the times! Says Bulleh, kill your ego. And throw away your pride. You need to forget yourself To find Him hy your side.ANSE KGS Ui We te OK ui ie ve ran we Kon 7 div dg Me Ub da ie iy Sa f et gf ee a 6 SE us ay b & woe os 4 g % ob oe we eo ph fet uf a be be en Ue ete ch 6 he get, BS Cae ow Loa wont Le of ot Pole a ok Fw # Oi x je sf wy 8 x Sig e 5 gs a ns «OF ee or bh be Sus st He Fe SL FOUR It's all in One contained. Understand the One and forget the rest. Shake off your ways of an apostate pest Leading to the grave to hell and to torture. Rid your mind of dreams of disaster. This is how is the argument maintained, I's all in One contained. What use is It bowing one's head? ‘To what aveil has prostrating led? Reading Kaima you make them laugh, Absorbing not g word while the Quran you qualf. ‘The truth must be here and there sustained, It's all in One contained. Some retive to the jungles in vain. Others restrict their meals to a grain. Misied they waste auay unfed ‘And come back home half-alive, half-dead Emaciated in the ascetic postures feigned. ts all in One contained, Seek your master, say your prayers and surrender to God. It will lead you to mystic abandon ‘And help you to get attuned to the Lord. It's the truth that Buleh hes gained. Fs all in One contained.uray A Aura 3 wt Soy Uteuu ytd Ht we be afte Sa ek Babs Ye & ow efor Aber cot Aa Wey wtf Lbiflsst Fr ele Lf pe ist ub Bot Fao Hower FIVE ‘There goes my Love! What do I do, my Lord? He's already made @ move, His staying back is hard With his wayfarers all packed. What do I do, my Lord? My heart is afire Like a half-baked chard. What do I do, my Lord? My love having gone Tam in the midstream hauled. What do I do, my Lord? Says Bulleh, welcome the lover when he comes Notice him not when he goes. ‘The Brahmin and the Sheikh Are afflicted with their own woes.“ be * uS ER BAGG S © eS Be Heh at ot te ey ih Se Os to Fok SS se SAAS ae UY Ms FE eae GIP vA six Enough is enough, Talk to me with a smile. You live in my heart; And yet you me beguile Enough is enough. talk to me with ¢ smile Jam charmed with your name on my tip, You try as usual and give me a sip. Enough is enough. talk to me with @ smite You killed the one who was aleady dead. Tossed like a ball with your baton on head. Enough is encugh, talk to me with a smile. You choked my words in my throat: Your arrow hit the quarry and smote. Enough is enough, talk to me with 2 smile Trying to hide, Te eaught you, Tied you with the lock of nay haie You are vet tring to flee, This time Tl allow no plea. Enough is enough, talk to me with a smile Says Bullen, am your stave, my Master, Hong to have a glimpse of you | plead with you time and again Make ny heart vour shell of an oyster. Enough is enough. talk to me with a smileert wi erg b b ete ae Bi at bey a Kb Free bet SEVEN Ihave learnt a secret, Asecet I've kant, He is the same From this end to that. Its only we Who fuss like a brat Thave learnt a secret, A secret I've learnt, To win over Sassi He comes as Punnun Tam wedded to Inayat Who cares not for caste. Thave learnt a secret, A secret I've learnt.” Bulleh! The Masier is never away from thee But you don't have the eve to see.we Pee PRLS ue FH oe tee ba Fag Ber we oA WEEE esr ic BELT we Peg WT Su A br co neh Bey ry Un be Bos Ss bed US Kt ls BE Sy Fee bbs Bue ut os % ut LY ty YL ote etsh xi of oe ke Ha F be BL YH oe ere Fo Mis akity LB 2p £ ES IE om eta ey Ur UT Lat ik erhebegeyue i bs eu tH eb tub BPE LS oe FoF EIGHT ‘Your love has made me dance like mad Falling in love with you ‘Was like taking a sip of poison, Come my healer, forsaken, | am sed. Your love has made me dance tke mad. The sun has set, its lush only is tet FI give my life for a glimpse of you. My fault, I came aot when you bade. Your love has made me dance like mad. Dissuade me not from the path of love, Who can hold the boats on the move? Stupid, I joined the boatmer's squad. Your love has made me dance like mad. ‘A peacock calls in the’ grove of passion. It's Qibla, is Kazba where lives my love, You asked not once after you stabbed. Your love has made me dance like mad Bulleh sis at Inayat’s door Who has dressed me in green and red ‘And caught me the instant I flew from the pad. Your love has made me dance like mad,Weoet Pf £ ee bt ak osu te of oy tk (umes epi Teaswoee Wow we aD Mg Lh & eth Tee Mees lee fb a & of 9 SF te ot ef dy 7 fee ow < AAG wt oh HU BE we eB La wl NINE You may not take notice of me But do come to me. Tama sacrifice unto you. Do come to me. Pye looked around in fields and forests ‘There is none like you. Do come to me. Cowherd you are to others, You are my faith, my beau, Leaving my parents, I am tied to you, ‘Oh Shah Inayat ! my beloved guru. Bulleh entered the great pelace And had 2 splendid treat, ‘Whet have we gained in the world A black face and blue feet?ee LSE ete ES, Sse vfs en Adu yt eos he fed eke £ Se Srigkeae used es hogs Quges vfas ate GE ISL eM oF tle st PE ber WJ vas TEN The pilgrims go to Mecca. My Mecca is my lover Ranjha Tam crazy indeed. To Ranjha | am betrothed, My father is severely distraught. Tam crazy indeed. Thay go to Mecca to atone: Tue many a Mecea in my home. Tam crazy indesd. Here live pilgrims and priests ‘Along with lumpens and thieves. Tam crazy indeed, The pilgrims go to Mecca. My Kaaba is Takht Hazara, Tem crazy indeed. Mecca is there where lives my love, ve referred to the four books from above. 1am crazy indeed.ELEVEN He who has found love supreme, He sings and dances out of tune, He who has worn the garb of love, He ig blesced from the top above. ‘The moment he drinks from the cup of love, He asks no questions, receives no rebuff. He who has the lover in his heart, He sets for hinhis life apatt. He cares not for music nor for measure, He plays with them just for pleasure. Bulleh hes arrived at his Master's town, Al the false notes are?drowned. He talks of truth to those who are truthful, He who has atiained the bliss of the Beautiful, He who has found love supreme, He sings and dances out of tune.