Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

[canadian]

"Ulte hor zamane aaye,(Bulley Shah)
Hun asaan bhed sajjan de paaye.
kaa(n) laggad nun maaran lagge,
chiriyan jurre khaaye
iraqiyan nun chabuk paunde,
gade khood khavaye
aapneyan vich ulfat naahee,
ke-he chaachche taaye
piyo puttran ittfaak naa kaahee,
dheeyan naal naa maaye
sachcheyan nun hun milde dhakke,
jhoothe kol bahaaye
agle jaaye bankaale baithe,
pichliyan farash vichaye
...
Bullah jina hukam hazooron andaa,
tina nun kaun hataaye."
"Perverse times have come,
I know the mystery of the beloved
crows have begun to hunt hawks,
and sparrows feed on falcons
horses bear the whipping,
while donkeys graze on lush green
no love is lost between relatives,
be they younger or elder uncles
There is no accord between fathers and sons,
Nor any between mothers and daughters
The truthful ones are being pushed about,
the tricksters are seated close by
The front liners have become wretched,
the back benchers sit on carpets
Those in tatters have turned into kings,
the kings have taken to begging
O Bulleh, that which is His command
who can alter His decree."

 

[canadian]

Dohra - Bulleh Shah
" Pi sharaab tey kha kabab, heth baal haddaan di ag,
Bulleha bhan ghar rab da, ais thuggan de thug noo thug."
Drench yourself in wine and feast on roasted flesh, roasting in the fires flaming out of the bones. O Bulleha, break into the house of God and swindle the cheat of cheats.

 

[canadian]

Dohra - Baba Farid.​

" Farid Kaaley maindey kaprey, kaala mainda wais,
Gunahan Bharehan main pheraan, Lok kahain dervish "​

" Laden with my load of misdeeds, I move about in the garb of black garments.
And the people see me and call me a dervish."​

 

[canadian]

BABA FARID.

"Galian chikkar door ghar, naal payarey neouney,
challaan tey bhijjay kambli, rahan ta jaaey neouney."​

My promise with my love, a long way to go and a muddy lane ahead
If I move I spoil my cloak; if I stay I break my word. "​

"Bhijoy sujhoy kambli Allah wirsay meen
Jai millaan tahaan sajnaa tate nahin neounay"​

Drenched and smirched be the cloak; let God’s cloud pour all the waters:


Go I must; I go to keep my word of love."​

 

[canadian]

BABA FARID.
" Kook Farid Kook, Tu jivain Rakha Jawar
Jab lag tanda na, Giray tab lag Kook pukar."
Shout, Farid, shout like the watchful man in the corn-field;

 

[canadian]

Madho Lal Hussain's Kafis​

Main wi janan dhok Ranjhan di, naal mare koi challey
Pairan paindi, mintan kardi, jaanan tan peya ukkaley
Neen wi dhoonghi, tilla purana, sheehan ney pattan malley
Ranjhan yaar tabeeb sadhendha, main tan dard awalley
Kahe Husain faqeer namana, sain senhurray ghalley
Travelers, I too have to go; I have to go to the solitary hut of Ranjha. Is there any one who will go with me? I have begged many to accompany me and now I set out alone. Travelers, is there no one who could go with me?
The River is deep and the shaky bridge creaks as people step on it. And the ferry is a known haunt of tigers. Will no one go with me to the lonely hut of Ranjha?
During long nights I have been tortured by my raw wounds. I have heard he in his lonely hut knows the sure remedy. Will no one come with me, travelers?
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[canadian]

Madho Lal Hussain

Life’s Journey - limits & boundaries
Main wi janan dhok Ranjhan di, naal mare koi challey
Pairan paindi, mintan kardi, jaanan tan peya ukkaley
Neen wi dhoonghi, tilla purana, sheehan ney pattan malley
Ranjhan yaar tabeeb sadhendha, main tan dard awalley
Kahe Husain faqeer namana, sain senhurray ghalley
Travelers, I too have to go; I have to go to the solitary hut of Ranjha. Is there any one who will go with me? I have begged many to accompany me and now I set out alone. Travelers, is there no one who could go with me?
The River is deep and the shaky bridge creaks as people step on it. And the ferry is a known haunt of tigers. Will no one go with me to the lonely hut of Ranjha?
During long nights I have been tortured by my raw wounds. I have heard he in his lonely hut knows the sure remedy. Will no one come with me, travelers?

 

[canadian]

Madho Lal Hussain

Female freedom
Ni Mai menoon Kherian di gal naa aakh
Ranjhan mera, main Ranjhan di, Kherian noon koori jhak
Lok janey Heer kamli hoi, Heeray da wer chak
Do not talk of the Kheras* to me,
Oh mother do not .
I belong to Ranjha and he belongs to me.
And the Kheras dream idle dreams.
Let the people say, "Heer is crazy; she has given her-self to the cowherd." He alone knows what it all means.
O mother, he alone knows.
Please mother, do not talk to me of Kheras.
*The Kheras were a wealthy family.

 

[malikbhai]

 

[concern_paki]

Re: Sitaron Bhara Aasman !!!

(www.pakistaniat.com)

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Summarized beautifully and written in a very comprehensive manner ............ Memory Refresher ............... Thanks a lot for sharing and refreshing my memories as well ......... may be of many others also ......

 

[usmanca]

Which is better Evolution or Revolution?

 

[usmanca]

Re: Which is better Evolution or Revolution?

 

[canadian]

Merian galan koun sunay ga!
merian galan koun sunay ga mein apni gal kino sunawan
galan karnian pendian nay galan sunanian pendian nay
galan karan dia karo oh loko galan sun we lia karo oh loko
jay gal karan to roko gay tay kairy nafal kamayo gay
pariay kitaban pariay namazan rakhaiay rozay tay kariay ibadataan
sab kuj changa lagda ay sab kuj sona lagda ay
jay kad naal parhiay haal dilaan day oh loko haal dilaan day oh loko
merian galan changia nai haan merian galaan dadian nay
merian galan koun sunay ga mein apni gal kino sunawan

 

[Night_Hawk]

Iqbal

 

[canadian]

Before I say Yes....For brothers AND Sisters!!

Before I say Yes....For brothers AND Sisters!

A beautiful poem mashallah.... thought I would share inshallah:

BEFORE I SAY YES:

by Na'ima B. Robert

~

Here we stand, apart, not touching, not looking.

Tomorrow is our nikah.

But today, it is as if we are standing at the edge of the sea, the tide coming in to meet us.

We are almost ready to plunge into the rolling surf and swim out to the world of tomorrow, with its far-off horizon.

Families, words of praise and recommendation, questions and shy glances are behind us now.

You have seen what pleases you.

And I have seen what pleases me.

But I have not seen your heart.

And you have not seen mine.



And so now, before our fates are inextricably entwined, I will bare my heart to you.

Without reservations, I will show you the core of my being.

I am like a sapling, a tender sapling, whose roots reach eagerly to drink lifes goodness.

Take care when you hold the tender sapling between your fingers.



I was created by Allah, a delicate seed, born of my mother and fathers love.

My mother nurtured me in her womb

where an angel blew a soul into my tiny form.

My mothers body cradled me and I breathed of her air.

She nourished me from herself and spoke love to me in the darkness.



I was born into the love of my parents and I began to grow.

Seed became seedling under their care and attention.

They showered me with praise, and my self-esteem sprouted.

They guided me with kindness and my character blossomed.

They weeded the world around me so that I could grow strong and pure.

And now that my first buds are about to open, they have entrusted me to you.



How will you tend me?



Will you coax my buds to unfurl with words of love and kind attention?

Or will you pluck them before theyre ready, crushing their new petals and delicate stems?



When I bring forth delicate blossoms of talent and inspiration,

Will you smile at their dreaming petals and share in the blush of hope?

Or will you watch as blossoms wither under your disapproving gaze,

Your criticism, your scorn, and your self-righteous censure?



Will you guide my wilder branches, gently, coaxing them to grow straight and true?

Or will you simply break off the ones that displease you, trampling them carelessly underfoot?



And when, insha Allah, I come to bear your children, will you continue to water me?

Or will you pluck those precious fruits, one by one, and turn away from the empty branches?



And when my trunk grows wide and thick with age, will you marvel at my strength?

Or will you recoil from touching my rough, brown bark?



When the years have become mere memories, will you admire how tall we have grown?

Or will your restless, selfish heart long to reach out for another sapling?



When I am as weak as the waving branches of a weeping willow will you protect me?

When I am as strong as the trunk of the mighty Redwood tree will you support me?

When I am as wise as the age rings of the old, old oak tree will you respect me?

When I am as foolish as the fickle blossoms of early Spring will you be patient with me?

When I am as fragile as the flowers of a jasmine tree will you keep me safe?

When I am as bold as the roots that break through concrete will you believe in me?



How will you tend me?



For now I have shown you my heart, its dreams, its hopes and fears.

Look carefully as we stand at the edge of the water.

Are you willing to bare your soul and show your heart to me?

So that I feel safe as the two of us swim on out to sea.



Remember that I am like a sapling, a creation of Allah.

Take care when you hold me between your fingers.

~

2005 Na'ima B. Robert

If you have enjoyed this poem or benefited from it, share it with those you love. Please acknowledge the source and the website.

www.nbrobert.com

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LA HAWLA WA LA QUWATTA ILLAH BILLAH.
(http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=25805)

 

[canadian]

hansata tha mujhko to phir rula b deta tha
kar k wo mujh se aksar wada bhula b deta tha

bewafa tha bohat magar acha lagta tha dil ko
kabhi kbar baatein mohabbat ki suna b deta tha

tham leta tha haath mera kabhi younhe khud
kabhi haath apna mere haath se chura b leta tha

kabhi be-waqt chala ata tha milne ko
kabhi qeemti pal mohabbat k gnwa b deta tha

ajab dhoop chaon sa mizaj tha uss ka faraz
mohabbat bhi karta tha nazron se gira b deta tha

 

[canadian]

 

[canadian]

Apni Aankhon Kay Sab Hi Ashk Baha Kay Sona
Tum Meri Yaad Ka Har Deep Bujha Kay Sona

Keh Sitara Bhi Meray Khayal Ka Baki Na Rahay
Chaandni Raat Ka Har Nishaan Mita Kay Sona

Dar Lagta Hay Neend Hi Kahin Cheen Na Lay
Tera Har Roz Meray Khowab Main Aa Kay Sona

Baad Main Log Gira Dain Tu Koii Baat Nahi
Har Taraf Pyaar Ki Dewaar Utha Kay Sona

Subah Hotay Hi Teray Shehar Say Jana Hay Mujhay
Aaj Ki Raat Zara Mujhay Mana Kay Sona

 

[canadian]

 

[canadian]

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