Din chhup gaya, sooraj ka kahin naam nahi hai,
O vada-shikan, ab bhi teri sham nahi hai
Mein ne hi to mai-khanay ki zeenat ko bardhaya
Aap se dur ho ke peeta hun, dard se choor ho ke peeta hun
Mein kabhi shoaq se nahin peeta, gham se majboor ho ke peeta hun
Ae saaqi teri khair, tere mai-kaday ki khair
Aisi pila ke jiss ka nasha umr bhar rahay
Main ne hi to mai-khanay ki zeenat ko bardhaya
Aur merey hi muqadar mein koi jaam nahin hai
Saaqi ne diya jaam, aur kaha, hosh mein rehna
Kam-zarf ke peenay ka yahan kaam nahin hai
Waqt aaney ka unke dil-e-nakam, nahin hai
Vo sham ko aayen ge, abhi sham nahin hai
Kamzor nigahon ka yahan kam nahin hai
O vada-shikan, ab bhi teri sham nahi hai
Jafar Husain Khansaheb ki sureeli awaz aur khubsoorat pyar bharay andaaz mein ye kalam aik farq hi rung mein, aur ruhani nisbat se pardha gaya hai.
preamble: Manzil Milli, Murad Milli, Mudaa Milla Sab Kuchh Mujhay Milla, Jo Tera Naqsh-e-Pa Milla
منزل ملی، مراد ملی، مدعا ملا
سب کھچہ مجھے ملا جو تیرا نقش پا ملا
Jab Dur tak Na Koi, Faqir Aashna Milla Tera Niyaz-mand, Teray Dar se Ja Milla
جب دور تک نہ کوئی فقیر آشنا ملا
تیرا نیازمند تیرے دار سے جا ملا
------ Mujh Mein Har Rung Ab Tumhara Hai, Ab to Keh do, Ke Tu Hamara Hai,
مجھ میں ہر رنگ اب تمھارا ہے
اب تے کہ دو کے تو ہمارا ہے
Aalam-e-Shoaq Mein, Na Jaaney Kyon, Mein Ne Har Dam, Tumhein Pukara Hai
Tuu To Sab Hi Ke Paas Hai Moajood, Kon Kehta Hai, Tuu Hamara Hai
Terey Sadqay Mein Ye Tamaam Jahan Apni Thhokar Pe Main Ne Mara Hai
Raaz Ko Raaz Kyon Samajhtey Ho Raaz Duniya Pe Aashiqara Hai,
Ab to Keh do, Ke Tu Hamara Hai,
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I arrived at my destiny, Received my heart's desire,
My prayers were answered. I received all, when I saw the imprint of Thy feet
When in the distance no one fimiliar with poverty was found Your supplicant embraced Your door.
Now that all I have are Your colors Pray tell me, You are mine.
In this mysterious world of desire, I have called Your name with each breath.
After all You are present for everyone Who can lay claim, You are just mine.
My Lord, this entire world is by your Grace I sacrifice everything worldly for you
Why consider this mystery such a secret When his eternal love is revealed to the entire world.
For Urdu lovers and especially those exposed to some Purbi the recital of the badhawa "Baro Ghi Ke Diye" is filled with a such sweet mithhaas. It is of not just the quaint vocabulary here but also the motherly love and pride conveyed in them. The rendition below by the late Qawwal Bahauddin Khansaheb of Karachi is so beautifully packed with passion and jazba. Enjoy the mehfil-e-sama.
Another exceptional recital by Jafar Husain Khan Badauni, from his later years, which is full of jazba (feeling) and melody.
Surely one of the top qawwals ever, Jafar Husain khansaheb was sadly neither recognized as an exceptional artist in his homeland, nor achieved any serious international fame during his lifetime.
Like many before him, qawwali lovers, worldwide now love him like never before.
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The following is a second rendition with a better audio quality and a somewhat different mood.
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2. This second rendition by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan is probably the most complete rendition (30 minutes) of "Nami Daman Chi Manzil, Bood Shab Jaye Ke Man Boodam" - Amir Khusrau Poetry.
I love the really slow start (alaap) and the steady build up to intense climax. It is truly an unhurried recital where the singers have enjoyed every moment and cherished the words and the music. ______________________________________________________
Nami daanam chi manzil bood shab jaye ki man boodam;
Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaye ki man boodam.
Pari paikar nigaar-e-sarw-a-qadde lala rukhsare; Sarapa aafat-e dil bood shab jaye ki man boodam.
Khuda khud meer-e majlis bood andar laamakan Khusrau;
Muhammad sham-e-mehfil bood shab jaye ki man boodam.
I wonder what was the place where I was last night,
All around me were half-slaughtered victims of love, tossing about in agony.
There was a nymph-like beloved with cypress-like form and tulip-like face, Ruthlessly playing havoc with the hearts of the lovers.
God himself was the master of ceremonies in that heavenly court, oh Khusrau, where (the face of) the Prophet too was shedding light like a candle.
