Kabutar gar nasheenad, baaz gardad
Ghareeb-e mustamand-e ber der aamed
Be-yaayad andaroon, ya baaz gardad
(You are a king at the gate of whose palace /
even a pigeon becomes a hawk. /
A poor traveller has come to your gate, /
should he enter, or should he return?)
Gar jamaal-e yaar nabuad baa khayalash hum khusham.
Khaana-e darvesh ra sham’ee ba az mehtaab neest.
(If I cannot see her, at least I can think of her, and so be happy;
To light the beggar’s hut no candle is better than moonlight.)
Dilam dar aashiqui aawareh shud aawareh tar baada,
Tanam az bedilee beechareh shud beechareh tar baada.
(My heart is a wanderer in love, may it ever remain so.
My life’s been rendered miserable in love, may it grow more and more miserable.)
Gar khalq jahaan zinda bajaanand wa lekin,
Mun zinda-e ishqam ki shaheed-e gham-e yaaram.
(People think they are alive because they have soul in them,
But I am alive because I have love in myself, And I’m a martyr due to the beloved’s affliction, (for, to a lover, nothing is dearer than the affliction brought forth by the beloved)
Ba khak darat rau ast maara,
Gar surmah bechashm dar neaayad.
(The dust of your doorstep is just the right thing to apply,
If Surmah (kohl powder) does not show its beauty in the eye!)
Mun tu shudam tu mun shudi,mun tun shudam tu jaan shud
Taakas na guyad baad azeen, mun deegaram tu deegari
(I have become you, and you me,I am the body, you soul;
So that no one can say hereafter,That you are are someone, and me someone else!)
Khabaram raseed imshab ki nigaar khuahi aamad;Sar-e man fidaa-e raah-e ki sawaar khuahi aamad.Ham-e aahwan-e sehra sar-e khud nihada bar kaf;Ba-umeed aanki rozi bashikaar khuahi aamad.Kashishi ki ishq daarad naguzaradat badinsaa;Ba-janazah gar nayai ba-mazaar khuahi aamad.Balabam raseed jaanam fabiya ki zindah maanam;Pas azan ki man na-maanam bacha kar khuahi aaamad
(Tonight there came a news that you, oh beloved, would come –Be my head sacrificed to the road along which you will come riding!All the gazelles of the desert have put their heads on their handsIn the hope that one day you will come to hunt them….The attraction of love won’t leave you unmoved;Should you not come to my funeral, you’ll definitely come to my grave.My soul has come on my lips (e.g. I am on the point of expiring);Come so that I may remain alive - After I am no longer – for what purpose will you come?)
Khusrau ghareeb ast-o gada uftadah dar shehr-e shuma;
Baashad ki az behr-e khuda, su-e ghareeban bangari.
(Khusrau a beggar, a stranger has come wandering to your town;
For the sake of God, have pity on this beggar and do not turn him away from your door.)
Zehal-e miskin makun taghaful, duraye naina banaye batiyan;ki taab-e hijran nadaram ay jaan, na leho kaahe lagaye chhatiyan.Shaban-e hijran daraz chun zulf wa roz-e waslat cho umr kotah;Sakhi piya ko jo main na dekhun to kaise kaatun andheri ratiyan.Yakayak az dil do chashm-e jadoo basad farebam baburd taskin;Kise pari hai jo jaa sunaave piyare pi ko hamaari batiyan.Cho sham’a sozan cho zarra hairan hamesha giryan be ishq aan meh;Na neend naina na ang chaina na aap aaven na bhejen patiyan.Bahaqq-e roz-e wisal-e dilbar ki daad mara ghareeb Khusrau;Sapet man ke waraaye raakhun jo jaaye paaon piya ke khatiyan.
(Do not overlook my misery by blandishing your eyes,and weaving tales; My patience has over-brimmed,O sweetheart, why do you not take me to your bosom.Long like curls in the night of separation,short like life on the day of our union;My dear, how will I pass the dark dungeon nightwithout your face before.Suddenly, using a thousand tricks, the enchanting eyes robbed me of my tranquil mind;Who would care to go and report this matter to my darling?Tossed and bewildered, like a flickering candle, I roam about in the fire of love;Sleepless eyes, restless body, neither comes she, nor any message.In honour of the day I meet my beloved who has lured me so long, O Khusrau;I shall keep my heart suppressed, if ever I get a chance to get to her trick.)
Jan zatan burdi wa darjani hunooz;Dard-ha daadi wa darmani hunooz.Aashkara seen-e am bashugaafti;Hamchunan dar seen-e pinhani hunooz.Ma za girya chun namak bagudakhtim;Tu bakhunda shukr afshani hunooz.
(You carried the soul from (my) body – and yet, You are still in the soul;You have given pains – and are still the remedy;Openly you split my breast –Yet, you are still hidden in my heart.You have destroyed the kingdom of my heartWith the sword of coquetry, And are still a ruler in that place….)
*Abr mi barad-o man shovm-e az yar-e judaaChoon kunam dil becheneen roz zedildar judaa.Abr baraan wa man-o yar satadah ba-widaa’Man judaa girya kunaan, abr judaa, yaar judaa
(The cloud weeps, and I become separated from my friend -How can I separate my heart from my heart’s friend on such a day.The cloud weeping – and I and the friend standing, bidding farewell -I weeping separately, the clouds separately, the friend separately…..)
Bahut Kathin hai dagar panghat ki, Kaisay main bhar laaun madhva say matki? Paniya bharan ko main jo gayi thi, Daud jhapat mori matki patki. Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki. Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiyeLaaj rakho moray ghoonghat pat ki. Bahut kathin hai dagar panghat ki.
(The road to the Well is much too difficult, How to get my pot filled? When I went to fill the water, In the furor, I broke my pot. Khusrau has given his whole life to you Oh, Nijam. Would you please take care of my veil (or self respect), The road to the well is much too difficult.)
Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay, Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi; Mohay apnay hi rung mein……Humri chundariya, piyaa ki pagariya, Woh to donon basanti rung day; Tu to saaheb mera …….Jo kuch mangay rung ki rungaai, Mora joban girvi rakhlay; Tu to saaheb mera…….Aan pari darbaar tehaaray, Mori laaj saram sab rakh lay; Tu to saaheb mera Mehboob-e-Ilaahi, Mohay apnay hi rung mein rung lay.
(Dye me in your hue, my love, You are my man, oh beloved of Almighty; Dye me in your hue. My scarf, and the beloved’s turban, Both need to be dyed in the hue of spring; Whatever be the price for dyeing, ask for it, You can have my blossoming youth in mortgage; Dye me in your hue. I have come and fallen at your door step, For you to safeguard my pride, my dignity, You are my man, Oh beloved of Almighty, Dye me in your hue.)
Har qaum raast raahay, deen-e wa qibla gaahay, Mun qibla raast kardam, bar samt kajkulaahay. Sansaar har ko poojay, kul ko jagat sarahay, Makkay mein koyi dhoondhay, Kaashi ko koi jaaye, Guyyian main apnay pi kay payyan padun na kaahay. Har qaum raast raahay, deen-e wa qibla gaahay.....
(Every sect has a faith, a direction (Qibla) to which they turn, I have turned my face towards the crooked cap (of Nizamudin Aulia) The whole world worships something or the other, Some look for God in Mecca, while some go to Kashi (Banaras), So why can’t I, Oh wise people, fall into my beloved’s feet? Every sect has a faith, a Qibla. )
Chashmay mastay ajabay zulf daraazay ajabay,Mai parastay ajabay fitna darazay ajabay,Behray qatlam chu kushad taighe-nihaan sar basajud,Oo ba-naazay ajabay mun be-neyaazay ajabay,Turk taazay ajabay sho’bada baazay ajabay;Kajkulahay ajabay arbada saazay ajabay;Haq mago kalma-e kufr ast darein ja Khusrau;Raaz daanay ajabay saaheb-e raaz-e ajabay.
(O wondrous ecstatic eyes, o wondrous long locks,O wondrous wine worshipper, o wondrous mischievous sweetheart.As he draws the sword, I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,O wondrous is his beneficence, o wondrous my submission.O wondrous amorous teasing, o wondrous beguiling,O wondrous tilted cap, o wondrous tormentor.Do not reveal the Truth; in this world blasphemy prevails, Khusrau;O wondrous source of mystery, o wondrous knower of secrets.)
Tori soorat kay balhaari, NijaamTori soorat kay balhaari
Sab sakhiyan mein chundar meri mailee,Dekh hansain nar naari, Nijaam
(May I be sacrificed for your face, O my pir Nizam.
Of all my friends, my chunri is the dirtiest -See, all the girls are laughing at me)
Prem bhatee ka madhva pilaikay
Matvali kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay …
Bal bal jaaon mein toray rang rajwa
Apni see kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiye
Mohay Suhaagan keeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
(You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me by just a glance;
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You’ve dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You’ve made me your bride, by just a glance.)
Apni chhab banaikay, jo main pi kay paas gayi
Chhab dekhi jab piyu ki so apni bhool gayi.
(With my beautiful face all adorned, when I went to the beloved,
I saw his face, and forgot all about my own beauty.)
Kheer pakayi jatan say, aur charkha diya jalaa,
(You prepared the kheer (rice pudding) with much hardword, And lit up the lamp.
There came the dog, and ate it all, Now sit and play the drum.)
Sej wo sooni dekh ke rovun main din raen,
Piya piya main karat hoon pehron, pal bhar sukh na chaen.
(Day and night, I see an empty bed, and cry
Calling for my beloved, I remain restless for ever.)
Bhai ray malla jo hum kon paar utaar,
Haath ka devongi mandra, gal ka devun haar.
(Oh, brother oarsman, if you let me cross the river,
I have for you my gold bangle, my necklace.)
Khusrau darya prem ka, ulti wa ki dhaar,
Jo utra so doob gaya, jo dooba so paar.
(Oh Khusrau, the river of loveRuns in strange directions.
One who jumps into it drowns, And one who drowns, gets across.)
Khusrau baazi prem ki main khelun pi ke sung,
Jeet gayi to piya moray, haari, pi kay sung.
(I, Khusrau, play the game of love with my beloved,
If I win, the beloved’s mine, defeated, I’m beloved’s.)
*Bae gaye baalam, bae gaye nadia kinaar,
Aapay paar utar gaye, hum to rahay ehi paar.
(He has crossed, the beloved has crossed,
Has reached the other side, on his own. With me, left here alone!!!)
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