Jo rang rangiya, goorha rangiya - Hazrat Sultan Bahu

Singer: Abida Parvin

Poet: Sultan Bahu

Jo rang rangiya, goorha rangiya; murshad wali lali hoo yaar.

Each shade I colored, imbued intensely; the faithful redness of a murshad (teacher), O friend.

Koook dila mataan rab suney, cha dard wandaan diyan aanhi hoo;
seena ta mera dard hee bharyaaa, ander bharkan banhi hoo;
tailan baaj na balan mashalan, dardaan baaj na aanhi hoo;
atish nal yaraney laa kay, hum bhat saran kay nahi hoo.

Awkha jhera ishq-e-wala, sambhal kay per nikaleen O’ yaar.

Squeaks of heart, my Lord listens, even if they are the sighs of the bereaved;
all my chest is full of, is pain, inside, rages a fire of realization;
without oil, lamps don’t light, without pain, there are no sighs;
befriending violent fires, we ought to get burnt, don’t we?

Hard is the matter of Ishq, careful, when you spread those wings, O friend.

Main shahbaaz karan parvazaan, wich aflaak karam dey hoo;
zabaan to mere kun baraber, mowran kam kalam dey hoo;
aflatoon arastoo wargey, mein aggey kis kam dey hoo;
hatim wargey jhak karooran, dar bahoo dey mangdey hoo;

Zulf siah wich yad-e-baiza, ow chamkar dekhaween o yaar;

Falcon, I am, flight, my habit, in heavens is my destiny;
my tongue equals the one which utters ‘kun’, the works of destiny’s pen, I refute;
the likes of Socrates and Plato, have no merit in contrast to me;
millions like Hatim lay idling, begging at the door of Bahu;

In black hair, a brilliantly glowing hand (reference to Moses’s miracle), show us a miracle like that, O friend.

Allah!
Ishq muhabbat dey dariya wich, thee mardaanaa tarreeyay hoo;
Jitthe paun ghazab deeaan laiharaan, qadam uthaaeen dhareeyay hoo;
Aujharh jhang balaaeen bele, wekh wekh na dareeyay hoo;
Naam faqeer tad theendaa Bahu, jad wich talab de mareeyay hoo;

Maulaa!
Buleya shah ghar mayray aayaa, kar kar naach wekharee oo yaar.

Allah!
In the river of Ishq, we be a manly swimmer,
Where-ever strike the waves of adversity, we set afoot towards there;
Dense forests, threatening waste lands, sight of them doesn’t intimidate us;
The title “faqeer”, one deserves, O’ Bahu, only when they perish in want (of God).

Maulaa!

~Sultan Bahu

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posted at the request of  Saim Saeed Khan.