ik nukte vich gal mukdi e

For the first time, I am trying to translate a poem of Baba Bulleh Shah. Excuse my misinterpretations, if any and please post the correct meanings, if you know 🙂

ik nukte vich gal mukdi e
(nukta – point, idea)

means it all is contained in a single idea/point

fad nukta chod hisaaban nu,

get hold of that idea and forget all your calculations

kar door kufar dian baaban nu
(kufar – disbelief, unbelief in existence of God | baab – miserable state)

leave the miserable state of unbelief in the existence of God

laah dojakh gor azaaban nu,
(dojakh – hell | gor – grave | azaab – suffering, pain)

dont punish yourself with the pain of death and hell

kar door dile dian khwaban nu

get rid of these imaginary fears

gal ese ghar wich dhukdi e

only in such a heart, the truth is gonna enter

ik nukte vich gal mukdi e |

awein matha zamee’n ghasaida,
(matha – forehead)

what is the use of bowing your head (literally – what is the use of rubbing of your head on ground (while praying)) ?

lamma pa mehraab dikhai da
(mehraab – aclove of mosque where the imam stands)

prostrate will be the exact word for this. what is the use of prostrating ?

par kalma lok hasai da,
(kalma – reciting verses from Quran)

by reciting kalmas you are making everyone laugh

dil andar samjh na liyai da

you aren’t actually understanding the meaning…you aren’t absorbing the lession

kadi baat sachi vi lukdi e,

can the truth be ever hidden ?

ik nukte vich gal mukdi e |

kai haaji ban ban aaye ji,
(haaji – one who does the pilgrimage of Mecca)

many have returned from the pilgrimage of Mecca

gal neele jaame paye ji
(jaama – dress, attire)

wearing beautiful blue dresses

haj vech take lai khaye ji,
(taka – a currency)

they profit from the merit earned by doing the Hajj

bhala eh gal keehnu bhaye ji

who can admire such a behaviour ?

kadi baat sachi vi lukdi e,
ik nukte vich gal mukdi e |

ik jungle behri’n jande ni,
(behri’n – i think it means sea)

some retire to the forests

ik daana roz lai khande ni

restrict their meals to a grain

besamjh wajood thakande ni,
(besamjh – foolish | wajood – body,existence | thakande – tiring)

means in all their foolishness of these acts, they are merely exhausting their body

ghar aawan ho ke maande ni
(maande – mande, in bad shape)

and they return to their homes in a bad shape

awein chillian vich jind mukdi e,
(chilla – praying for 40 days)

they life is sucked by useless fasts and prayers

ik nukte vich gal mukdi e |

far murshad aabad khudai ho,
(murshad – teacher | aabad – devotee, one who prays)

hold fast to your teacher (the one who guides you) say your prayers to the God (who has created everything)

vich masti beparwahi ho
(masti – emotions of enjoyment of connection with the master | beparwah – carefree)

enjoy the state of being lost in the magic of “his” name

bekhahash benawai ho,
(bekhahah – not having “materialistic” desires | benawai – indifferent)

 without any materialistic desire, indifferent to the world

vich dil de khoob safai ho

keep your heart fully clean

Bullah baat sachi kado rukdi e,

Bullah ! can the truth be stopped ?

ik nukte vich gal mukdi e

References:

http://apnaorg.com/poetry/bulleh-g (Page 9 & 10)

http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bulleheng

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=205682439444990

& a number of dictionaries 🙂

ਇਕ ਨੁਕਤੇ ਵਿਚ ਗੱਲ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਏ

ਫੜ ਨੁਕਤਾ ਛੋੜ ਹਿਸਾਬਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਕਰ ਦੂਰ ਕੁਫ਼ਰ ਦਿਆਂ ਬਾਬਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਲਾਹ ਦੋਜਖ ਗੋਰ ਅਜ਼ਾਬਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਕਰ ਸਾਫ਼ ਦਿਲੇ ਦਿਆਂ ਖਾਬਾਂ ਨੂੰ
ਗੱਲ ਇਸੇ ਘਰ ਵਿਚ ਢੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਇਕ ਨੁਕਤੇ ਵਿਚ ਗੱਲ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਐਵੇਂ ਮੱਥਾ ਜ਼ਮੀ(ਨ) ਘਸਾਈ ਦਾ
ਲੰਮਾ ਪਾ ਮਹਿਰਾਬ ਦਿਖਾਈ ਦਾ
ਪੜ ਕਲਮਾ ਲੋਕ ਹਸਾਈ ਦਾ
ਦਿਲ ਅੰਦਰ ਸਮਝ ਨਾ ਲਿਆਈ ਦਾ
ਕਦੀ ਬਾਤ ਸੱਚੀ ਵੀ ਲੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਇਕ ਨੁਕਤੇ ਵਿਚ ਗੱਲ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਕਈ ਹਾਜੀ ਬਣ ਬਣ ਆਏ ਜੀ
ਗਲ ਨੀਲੇ ਜਾਮੇ ਪਾਏ ਜੀ
ਹੱਜ ਵੇਚ ਟੱਕੇ ਲੈ ਖਾਏ ਜੀ
ਭਲਾ ਇਹ ਗਲ ਕੀਹਨੂੰ ਭਾਏ ਜੀ
ਕਦੀ ਬਾਤ ਸੱਚੀ ਵੀ ਲੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਇਕ ਨੁਕਤੇ ਵਿਚ ਗੱਲ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਏ
ਇਕ ਜੰਗਲ ਬਹਿਰੀਂ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਨੀ
ਇਕ ਦਾਣਾ ਰੋਜ਼ ਲੈ ਖਾਂਦੇ ਨੀ
ਬੇਸਮਝ ਵਜੂਦ ਥ੍ਕਾਂਦੇ ਨੀ
ਘਰ ਹੋਵਣ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਮਾਂਦੇ ਨੀ
ਐਵੇਂ ਚਿਲਿਆਂ ਵਿਚ ਜਿੰਦ ਮੁੱਕਦੀ ਏ
ਫੜ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ਆਬਦ ਖੁਦਾਈ ਹੋ
ਵਿੱਚ ਮਸਤੀ ਬੇ ਪਰਵਾਹੀ ਹੋ
ਬੇਖਾਹਸ਼ ਬੇਨਵਾਈ ਹੋ
ਵਿੱਚ ਦਿਲ ਦੇ ਖੂਬ ਸਫਾਈ ਹੋ
ਬੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਬਾਤ ਸੱਚੀ ਕਦੋਂ ਰੁੱਕਦੀ ਏ
ਇਕ ਨੁਕਤੇ ਵਿਚ ਗੱਲ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਏ

Here are few of the renditions by the legends:

meri likhi kavita…

Sent by one of my friend. An amazing poem by Surjit Patar saab.

ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮੇਰੀ ਲਿਖੀ ਕਵਿਤਾ ਸਮਝ ਨਾ ਆਈ
ਭਾਵੇਂ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਬੋਲੀ ਚ ਲਿਖੀ ਹੋਈ ਸੀ

ਓਹ ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਏਨਾ ਸਮਝੀ
ਪੁੱਤ ਦੀ ਰੂਹ ਨੂੰ ਦੁਖ ਹੈ ਕੋਈ

ਪਰ ਇਸਦਾ ਦੁਖ ਮੇਰੇ ਹੁੰਦਿਆਂ
ਆਇਆ ਕਿਥੋਂ ?

ਨੀਝ ਲਾ ਕੇ ਦੇਖੀ
ਮੇਰੀ ਅਨਪੜ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਕਵਿਤਾ
ਦੇਖੋ ਲੋਕੋ
ਕੁਖੋਂ ਜਾਏ
ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ
ਦੁਖ ਕਾਗਤਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਦਸਦੇ ਨੇ

ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਕਾਗਜ਼ ਚੁਕ ਸੀਨੇ ਨੂੰ ਲਾਇਆ
ਖਬਰੇ ਇੱਦਾਂ ਹੀ
ਕੁਝ ਮੇਰੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਹੋਵੇ
ਮੇਰਾ ਜਾਇਆ…

meri maan nu meri likhi kavita samjh na aai
bhawein meri maan-boli ch likhi hoi c

oh tan bas enna samjhi
putt di rooh nu dukh hai koi

par isda dukh mere hundian
aya kitho ?

neejh la ke dekhi
meri anparh maan ne meri kavita
dekho loko
kukho jaaye
maan nu chad ke
dukh kaagtan ni dasde ne

(neejh – close look)

meri maan ne kagaz chuk ke sine nu laya
khabre eddan hi
kujh mere nede hove
mera jaaya…

eh tere pyar de pattar

A wonderful ghazal sung by Jagjit Singh Zirvi.

eh tere pyar de pattar
main awein saambh rakhe ne

eh tere pyar de pattar
jo hun tak saambh rakhe ne
na hun eh tumbde mainu
na hai ehna ch nigh koi
kadi veraan chup raatan ch
je kar khol v behna
na dil tadpaun hun mera
te na hi karan diljoi
eh tere pyar de pattar
main awein saambh rakhe ne

mohabbat v shalaga v
hallasheri v ehna wich
ate tokan nahore v
gile v te dilase v
eh apne aap wich dunia c
aasha te niraasha di
eh madra de pyale san
eh san vikhia de kaase v
eh tere pyar de pattar
main awein saambh rakhe ne

bahut bechain kita c
kadi mainu udeekan ne
kadi din raat is dil nu
kiha cha c kiha dar c
jiwei rab ton koi
sukh da suneha lai k aaunda hai
ehna sadka kadi
ik daakia mera payambar c
eh tere pyar de pattar
main awein saambh rakhe ne

ai par ehna nu hun takkdan
tan dil nu kuch nahi hunda
kehar eh hai samajda haan
k gal oh c nadaani di
aate shayad tu v jeekar
ehna nu pad k hun vekhein
tan hass ke aakh deve
bhul c uthdi jawani di
beshak zindagi dian peeran ton
kadd ke laamb rakhe ne
eh tere pyar de purze
main fir v saambh rakhe ne

tu mud mud mohabbat da izhaar na kar

tu mud mud mohabbat da izhaar na kar
asin tan dewaane haan, tu pyar na kar

tu devenga shaavan oh todange patte
k rahian te bahuta v itbaar na kar

asin tainu audan ch hanjuan na(al) sinjia
tu sanu tan shaavan ton inkaar na kar

oh dinda hai mainu hyati de supne
te kehnda hai saahan te itbaar na kar

khizawan ch karda e shaavan de waade
gareeban na(al) haase mere yaar na kar
(khiza=autumn, patjhad)

 

tere mud aaun di dil nu aje b aas baki hai

Sukhwinder Amrit

tere mud aaun di dil nu aje b aas baki hai
k mere dard de tan te eho hi libaas baki hai

jadon hasdi haan hanjhu shalak aaunde ne subhavik hi
mere ehsaas de tan te same di laash baaki hai

eh meri akh da athar, kahani da hai ik akhar
te meri hiqq de wich dard da itihaas baki hai

tere seene ch thaathan maarda daria mohabbat da
mere seene ch kai tapde thalan di pyas baki hai

je pathar ho gia seena tan taithon seh nahi hona
k aa v ja, mohabbat da aje ehsaas baki hai

Aman posted this poetry on his blog and provided the English translation. I am producing the same here. All the credit for this goes to Aman.

I still have hopes that you would come back,
On my injured body of sadness,that’s the only wardrobe left!

When I smile, tears flow somehow on their own,
The body of my feelings is engraved with the shades of death!

Here is a drop from my eye, and each is telling a story,
And in my heart, an entire saga of sadness and pain is hidden!

In your heart, its an ocean of love flowing ,
But in my heart, there is thirst of so many deserts!

If I shall become a stone, it would be unbearable for you,
Please come back as  there is still love in my heart!

kavita nahi tu pyar te poori kitaab likh

A very very happy new year to all the readers. In the form of first post in 2009, here goes a wonderful & inspirational  poem by Sukhwinder Amrit:

kavita nahi tun pyar te poori kitaab likh
kaale swaal sun te chitte jawab likh

tu nafartan da tarzuma kar de khaloos wich
te kandian nu katt ke khidia gulab likh

likhde ne kuch k lok bas sooli saleeb hi
par tu harek rukh nu gaundi rabab likh

jo husan de sang tadpia sehra ohi likhin
jo ishq de sang wilkia ohi chanab likh

ai khuda tu har ik pyas nu tripti ch badal de
tapde thalan di hiq te nadian da aab likh

ethe harek khaab hi dhukhda main vekhia
maarothalan te na koi fullan da khaab likh

main zara turna ki sikhia…

main zara turna ki sikhia, raah samundar ho gaye
fir pata nahi pair mere kis taran par ho gaye

si mere seene ch enni pyar tere di agan
dhal gaye sab teer khanjar dhal ke baktar ho gaye

pehlan tan main aatma tak paardarshi hi rahi
fir tere chumman meri kaya de bastar ho gaye

mere dil wich dard de lakhan parinde kaid sann
bas teri ik shoh de sadka sabh sutantar ho gaye

umar de aaukhe safar wich tu jo mainu mil pia
raahan de angiaar v fullan barabar ho gaye…

jad v main apne ishq da koi wakia likhan

jad v main apne ishq da koi wakia likhan
khud nu khudai ishq nu apna khuda likhan

fullan te titlian di ik lammi katha likhan
qudrat nu suche ishq da hi silsila likhan

na tan likhan mein theekran na hi guache jal
jad v likhan main neer da bharia ghada likhan

main kyon likhan hayaat nu bandish te bebasi
khulli fiza likhan kade wagdi hava likhan

hove je mere kol v akaash da safa
ik main v chan tarian da silsila likhan

rabba mere kalam nu taufeek de k main
sab deevian di ot, zakhman di dawa likhan

dowein hi oh ik doosre wich zazab ho gaye
kis nu likhan main thal te kis nu ghata likhan ?

wigad gai e thode dina ton

A sweet song by Nusrat saab. Its written by Bari Nizami. Listen to it here on pz10.

wigad gai e thode dina ton
doori pai e thode dina ton

tere hundian peende nahi saan
peeni pai e thode dina ton

chan jiha mukhda nazar ni aaunda
rutt surmai e thode dina ton

shaam savere a jande san
khabar na lai e thode dina ton

dil mar jana hun tak darda
chot te sahi e thode dina ton

sukh sunehda koi ni aaunda
aas te dhai e thode dina ton

ik din ‘Bari’ hal ho jani
mushkil jehi e thode dina ton

peer tere jaan di

One of my all time favourite and Gurdas Maan classic:

peer tere jaan di kiddan jaranga main
tere bagair zindagi nu ki karanga main

ki karanga pyar di lutti bahar nu
sajian sajaiyan mehfilan gunde shingaar nu
hathin mari muskaan da matam karanga main

je ro pia te kehange dewaana ho gia
na bolia te kehange begana ho gia
lokan di is zubaan ni kiddan faranga main

saahan di dubdi naab nu jhonka mile ja na
is jahaan milan da mauka mile ja na
agle jahan milan di koshish karanga main

sajna zara k thahar ja sajda te kar lavan
athru na koi vekh laye parda te kar lavan
‘Maana’ dilan di sez te pathar dharanga main
oh jaan wale alwida enni kahanga main
peer tere jaan di kiddan jaranga main
tere bagair zindagi nu ki karanga main