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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Kangna – کنگنا – Bracelet - Farid Ayaz (Raag Malkauns)



The much awaited video of Farid Ayaz and Abu Muhammad has finally been released by Coke Studio and what wonderful work it is indeed. I had received several calls about this in the last two weeks. People excitedly asking if I had seen the preview etc. So the buzz having been created very succesfully ahead of the launch it has been very well received. The seven pages of enthusiastic comments on Youtube made by ecstatic viewers in the space of 48 hours are a great testament to the recital and great production of Coke Studio. Pakistanis are proud today!

Raag Malkauns with the Bandish "Ae Kangna" in typical classical qawwali fashion combined Farsi verses and the fusion of modern music makes this recital pure bliss.

Ae kangana
De de ri chail mero
Ae kangana de de ri chail mero
Kangana de de
Tori binti karoon
Tore payyaan paroon
Ae kangana
Ma ra bah ghamzah kusht o qaza ra bahaanah saakht
Khud su-i ma nah deed o haya ra bahaanah saakht
Bar dosh-i ghair dast nihaad az rah-i karam
Ma ra chu deed laghzish-i pa ra bahaanah saakht
Ae kangana
Kangana de de
Kangana
De de ri chail mero
Ae kangana de de
Aji chail kangna de de de de
de de
Ri chail mero
Naaheen aaoon main tore angana
Ae kangana
Lapak jhapak aur aan achaanak rang ḍaaro
Mohe madhawa pilaayo
Aise rangeele ke bedam waari
Jin mohe laal gulaal banaayo
Ae kangana
Mori sakhiyaan saheliyaan mohe bol maarat hain chailawa
De de kangana
Kangana de de ri chail mero
Naaheen aaoon main tore angana
Dil daadam o, Jaan daadam o Eemaan daadam
Ae kangana
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eng trans.

O, bracelet
give back, O dandy lover
give back my bracelet, O dandy lover!
give back my bracelet
and fall at your feet in humble entreaty
O, bracelet
kill us she did with coquetry and made “fate” the excuse
she willfully failed to look our way and made “shyness” the excuse
out of favour for the stranger (our rival), on his shoulder did she place her hand
the moment she sighted us, she made “a slip of the foot” the excuse
O, bracelet
give back to me my bracelet
bracelet
give back, O dandy lover
O, give back my bracelet
I say, you rake! give back, give back my bracelet
give back
O dandy lover
I won’t come with you to your courtyard
O, bracelet
deftly, in the wink of an eye, he cast his colour on me
made me drink such heady wine (that I lost myself in him)
Bedam is sacrificed on such a rakish charmer
who coloured me ruddy, rapturous red!
O, bracelet
my friends and boon companions throw taunts at me, dandy lover!
give back to me my bracelet
give back to my bracelet, dandy lover
I won’t come with you to your courtyard
I gave my heart and gave up my life and gave up my very faith!
O, bracelet
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اے کنگنا
دے دے ری چھیل میرو
اے کنگنا دے دے ری چھیل میرو
کنگنا دے دے
توری بنتی کروں
تورے پیّاں پروں
اے کنگنا
ما را بہ غمزہ کشت و قضا را بہانہ ساخت
خود سوئے ما نہ دید و حیا را بہانہ ساخت
بر دوشِ غیر دست نہاد از رہِ کرم
ما را چو دید لغزشِ پا را بہانہ ساخت
اے کنگنا
کنگنا دے دے
کنگنا
دے دے ری چھیل میرو
اے کنگنا دے دے
اجی چھیل! کنگنا دے دے دے دے
دے دے
ری چھیل میرو
ناہیں آؤں میں تورے انگنا
اے کنگنا
لپک جھپک اور آن اچانک رنگ ڈارو
موہے مدھوا پلایو
ایسے رنگیلے کے بیدم واری
جن موہے لال گلال بنایو
اے کنگنا
موری سکھیاں سہیلیاں موہے بول مارت ہیں چھیلوا
دے دے کنگنا
کنگنا دے دے ری چھیل میرو
ناہیں آؤں میں تورے انگنا
دل دادم و
جان دادم و
ایمان دادم
اے کنگنا

Poetry: Mirza Qateel (d. 1817), Bedam Shah Warsi (d. 1936) and others

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Nigah-e-Darwaishaan - Abida Parveen



Maula... maula... maula... ho maula

Na khuda maseehtay labda
God is not found in mosques
(repeat)

Na khuda vich kaabay
Nor in the Kaaba

Na khuda quraan kittabaan
God is not in the Holy Scripture

Na khuda namazay
Nor in prayers

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved
(repeat)

Sanu pyaar da, dildaar da
The Beloved, the very dear

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved
(repeat)

Na rab arsh muallah uttay
God is not in the skies
(repeat)

Na rab khanay kaabay hoon
Nor in Kaaba

Na rab ilm kittabi labhaa
God is not in books about religion

Labhaa, na, na, na… labhaa
I could not find him anywhere…

Na rab ilm kittabi labhaa
God is not in books about religion

Na rab wich mehraab-e ho
Nor in the minarets

Gaanga teerath mool na milya
God is not on the banks of Ganges

Painday baihisaab-e ho
The pilgrimages have all been in vain

Jab da murshid milya baaho
When Bahu finds the Beloved

Chutti sab azab-e ho
All miseries disappear

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved

Sanu pyaar da, dildaar da
The Beloved, the very dear

Maula... Ali, Ali, Ali, da
(repeat)

Bulleh Shah, Bulleh Shah kaun hai
Who is Bulleh Shah?

Bulleh Shah, au kaun hai
Who is Bulleh Shah?

Uttam tera yaar
Who is your supreme friend?
(repeat)

Us key haath Quran...
In one hand, he holds the Quran

Us key gal zonaar
In his neck, he wears the holy thread

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved

Sanu pyaar da, dildaar da
The Beloved, the very dear
(repeat)

Maula da, maula, maula da, maula da

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved
(repeat)

Masjid dhaa dey
Tear down the mosques

Mandir dhaa dey
Tear down the mandirs

Dhaa dey jo kuch dhaindha
Tear down whatever can be brought down

Par kisi da dil naa dhaa
But don't break anyone's heart

Rab dilon vich rainda
For God resides there

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved

Sanu pyaar da, dildaar da
The Beloved, the very dear
(repeat)

Dil ki bisaat kya thee
But then what is the worth of this heart

Nigah-e-jamal mein
In front of the Beloved’s eyes

Ik aina tha toot gaya dekh baal mein
It’s like a mirror that broke whilst caring

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved
(repeat)

Raati jaagay sheikh sada mein
You keep awake at night and consider yourself pious

Tey raati jagan kuttay, tain thee uttay
But (Bulleya) even dogs stay awake the whole night,they are better than you!

Dar malik da mool na chadhtay, pawain sau sau pawnday juttay, tain thee uttay
They do not leave the door of the master, even if beaten, they are better than you!

Rukhi sukhi roti khandain, attay jagray tai suttay, tain thee uttay
They eat the leftovers and stale food, they are better than you!

Chal way miyan Bulleya, chal yaar mana lay
Come on Bulleya, let's go and pacify Him

Nahin tay baazi lay gaye kuttay, tain thee uttay
Otherwise the dogs steal the game, they are better than you!

Sanu ishq laga hai pyaar da
I am smitten by the Beloved
(repeat)

Maula maula ... pyaar da
Maula, maula, Ali, Ali
Ya Ali Ya Ali, Ya Ali, Ya Ali

(Translation by A.H. Akhund)

Nigah-e-Darwaishaan, Abida Parveen - Behind the Scenes, Coke Studio:

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Abida Parveen Sings Kalam Sultan Bahu



"Meray Ghar Aya Piya Humra"
My Beloved has come to my abode
by Hazrat Sultan Bahu (ra).

Recommended from Vienna by Mr. Asif Hasnain:
"I had been looking forward to hearing/seeeing what Abida would do on Coke studio. She chose this kalaam from Sultan Bahu. It is ethereal, and she is on another plane of existance..."





جو دم غافل سو دم کافر مرشد ایہہ پڑھایا ہُو
سنیا سخن گئیاں کھلھ اکھیں چت مولا ول لایا ہُو
کیتی جان حوالے رب دے ایسا عشق کمایا ہُو
مرن تھیں اگے مرگئے باہُو تاں مطلب نوں پایا ہُو

http://sultanbahoo.blogspot.com/2008/05/bait-61-70.html

Friday, June 11, 2010

Alif Allah - Arif Lohar and Meesha Shafi

Pakistan's Youthful Soul.........

around 3.56 onwards both Arif Lohar and Meesha really get into it...then again at 6.30 onwards.
It is so wonderful to see how this beautiful music is created by such fantastic young musicians.
http://www.cokestudio.com.pk/
Credit also goes to Executive Producer Coke Studio: Rohail Hyatt
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Alif Allah chambe di booti, Murshid man wich laaee hoo
Nafee asbaat da pane milia, Har rage harjae hoo.
Andar booti mushk machaya, Jaan phullan te aae hoo
Jeeve Murshid Kaamil Bahu, Jain eh booti laee hoo

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My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah’s Name.
Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God, the Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core.
-When the Buds of Mystery Unfolded Into the Blossoms of Revelation, My Entire Being Was Filled with God’s Fragrance.
-May the Perfect Master Who Planted this Jasmine in My Heart Be Ever Blessed, O Bahu!