Showing posts with label Mahera Omar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mahera Omar. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Har Shab Manam Futada - Hazrat Amir Khusrau

What a delight to see these young sons of the late Moin Niazi Qawwal recite in his signature style. I find their singing is filled with melody and sense of proportion and understanding. Mahera Omar has done a fine job of  presenting them in high definition and a crisp audio.


Har shab manam futada, Ba girde sarai e tou
 Har roz ah o nala kunam az barai e tou

every night have I fallen, around the circle of Thy tavern 
 every day, do I wail and cry, in yearning of Thee 

 Jana ba iin shakista dil-bewafa ma shou
 Umre guzasht ta shuda am aashina e tou

 O Love, turn not thy gaze from this broken hearted one 
 for a lifetime has been spent, in getting to know Thee 

Rozay ke zarra zarra shavad, ustakhan-e-man
 Ba shad hanoz dar dil-e-veesham hava e tou

 when my bones are nothing but shattered bits 
 may my heart carry on its quest of Thee 

 Bar hal-e-zar-e-man nazar-e-kun ze raahay lutf
 Tu Badshah-e-husni o Khusrau gada e tou

 Let thy Grace fall on my blighted self 
 Thou art the Lord of Grace, and Khosro but a begger of Thee 

~ Amir Khusrau

Recital: Taj Muhammad Shad Muhammad Nasir Niazi Qawwal
Video credit: Mahera Omar, Karachi
Farsi to English translation ~ Farrokh Namazi, 

Friday, June 7, 2013

Sachal Sarmast - a short film by Mahera Omar

Pakistani film maker Mahera Omar's short film on Sachal Sarmast includes some
beautiful shots at the shrine as well as earthy sounding folk music of Sindh.


Sachal Sarmast - Sufi Saint of Sindh from Mahera Omar on Vimeo.

سگھڑا آويں سانول يار
sighra aaween saanwal yaar
come swiftly, dark, handsome love!
رات دياں وچ سانگ سجن دے رہن ہميشہ سرد رات
raat diyaan wich saang sajan de, rahn hamesha sard raat
the nights and days of separation from my lover always remain bitterly cold
جو اک واري مر کے جيوے فير اناں کي مرنا ہُو
jo ik waari mar ke jeewe, fer unaan ki marna hu
he who, after death, once more lives, what fear has he of death then – He!
دنيا اتو جس دن بھاويں اس دن پردا کرنا ہُو
duniya uto jis din bhaawen, us din parda karna hu
from the world, the day he chooses his mortal frame he can quit – He!
راہاں تي?ياں روز ?وليندياں
raahaan teriyaan roz golaindiyaan
each day, I scour the roads you travelled
من توں آويں کنہں ول يار
man tu aaween kainhn wal yaar
oh, would to God you come back, love!