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so that is RAZA RUMI’S big parameter of checking increase in radicalization that his relatives starts to grow beards and woman started to wear hijab and they also stopped watching Indian movies …grow up

Allaah parhion hafiz hoion,
Nah giaa hijaabon pardaa hoo
Parh Parh aalim faazil hoion,
Taalib hoion zar daa hoo
Lakh hazaar kitaabaan pahiaan,
Zaalim nafs na mardaa hoo
Baajh faqeeraan koee nah mare,
Eho chor andar daa hoo

You have read the name of God over and over,
You have stored the Holy Qur’an in your memory,
But this has still not the hidden mystery.
Instead, your learning and scholarship
Have sharpened your greed for worldly things.
None of the countless books you’ve read in your life
Has destroyed your brutal ego.
Indeed, none but the Saints can kill this inner thief,
For it ravages the very house in which it lives.

Eh tan meraa chashmaan hove,
Murshid wekh nah rajjaan hoo
Loon loon de mudh lakh lakh chashmaan,
Hik kholaan hik kajjaan hoo
Itniaan dithiaan sabar nah aave,
Hor kite val bhajjan hoo
Murshid daa deedaar hai Baahoo,
Lakh karorraan hajjaan hoo

Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal,
O, how I wish that every pore of my body
Would turn into a million eyes—
Then, as some closed to blink, others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him
Might remain unquenched.
What else am I to do?
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master
is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka’ba!

Andar wich namaaz asaadee,
Hikse jaa niteeve hoo
Naal qiam rakooa sajoode,
Kar takraar parheeve hoo
Eh dil hijar firaaqon sarriaa,
Eh dam mare nah jeeve hoo
Sachchaa raah Mohammad waalaa,
Jain wich Rabb labheeve hoo

I offer my prayer in the temple of my heart—
The only true place to worship God.
I stand in supplication, I bow in obeisance,
I tender my prayer without break in its repetition.
Hanging between life and death
My heart burns in the fire of separation from him.
The path indicated by the Prophet is true O Bahu:
Following it one can find God.

“Eh tan meraa chashmaan hove,
Murshid wekh nah rajjaan hoo
Loon loon de mudh lakh lakh chashmaan,
Hik kholaan hik kajjaan hoo
Itniaan dithiaan sabar nah aave,
Hor kite val bhajjan hoo
Murshid daa deedaar hai Baahoo,
Lakh karorraan hajjaan hoo”

Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal,
O, how I wish that every pore of my body
Would turn into a million eyes—
Then, as some closed to blink, others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him
Might remain unquenched.
What else am I to do?

To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master
is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka’ba!

” Eh tan Rabb sachche daa hujraa,
Wich paa faqeeraa jhaatee hoo
Naah kar minnat khwaaj khizr dee,
Tain andar aab hayaatee hoo
Shauq daa deevaa baal hanere,
Mat labbhee vast kharraatee hoo
Marn theen agge mar rahe jihnaan
Haqq dee ramz pachhaatee hoo”

This body is the temple of the true Lord;
Peep within it, hermit!
You need no help from khwaja Khizr:
The water of life is already within you.
Light the lamp of love in your heart
to dispel the darkness within
and discover the long-lost treasure.
Those who realize the secret of God
Die before death and find everlasting life

(Translation by J.R.Puri/K.S.Khak)
For urdu or shahmukhi, the reader may use this

http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bahu/bahu9.html
http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bahu/bahu10.html

“Parh parh ilam mulook rijhaavan,
kiaa hoiaa is parhiaan hoo
Hargiz makkhan mool nah aave,
phitte dudh de karhiaan hoo
Aakh chandooraa hath keeh aaiaa,
es angooree phariaan hoo
Hik dil khastaa raazee rakkheen,
laieen ibaadat varahian hoo”

Priests and scholars parade their learning
to please the kings –
of what avail is such erudition?
Reading scriptures is like boiling curdled milk
in the false hope of obtaining butter.
No more profitable to them is their chanting
than is chirping to the mimicking chandoor.

If you bring inner comfort to a heart in distress,
you will earn the merit of years of worship.

“Parh parh ilam mushaikh sadaavan,
karan ibaadat dohree hoo
Andar jhuggee paee luteeve,
tan man khabar nah moree hoo
Maulaa waalee sadaa sukhaalee,
dil ton laah takoree hoo
Rabb tihnaan noon haasil, jihnaan
jag nah keetee choree hoo”

They think they have acquired great learning;
they call themselves sheikhs.
While they perform much outside worship,
they do not know the manner in which temptation,
like a thief, enters to ravage their hearts.
The soul that has attached herself to God
is forever at peace —
the smoke screen of illusion is lifted from her eyes.

Only they realize God, O Bahu,
whose hearts the world has not seduced.

(Translation by J.R.Puri/K.S.Khak)

For urdu or shahmukhi, the reader may use this

http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bahu/bahu19.html
http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bahu/bahu18.html
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shahidainDecember 15, 2010 at 9:33 pm
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Sultan Bahu

“Parhiaa ilam te vadhi maghrooree,
aqal bhee giaa talohaan hoo
Bhullaa raah hidaayat waala,
nafaa nah keetaa dohaan hoo
Sir dittiaan jee sir hath aave,
saudaa haar nah tohaan hoo
Varreen bazaar muhabbat waale,
raihbar laike soohan hoo”

You acquired learning, your pride swelled,
and your mind took a downward course.
You strayed from the path of living guidance —
none of your learning or pride did you any good.
If you gain the inner secret by selling off your head,
you will not be the loser in the deal.

But when you enter the marketplace of love,
be sure to have a Guide who knows this inner secret.

For urdu or shahmukhi, the reader may use this

http://www.apnaorg.com/poetry/bahu/bahu19.html

“Parh parh aalim karan takabbur,
haaftz karan vadaaee hoo
Galiaan de wich phiran nimaane,
baghal kitaabaan chaaee hoo
Jithe wekhan changaa chokhaa,
Parhan kalaam savaaee hoo
Doheen jahaaneen mutthe jihnaan
Khaadhee vech kamaaee hoo”

The scholar is proud of his learning,
The hafiz thrives on self-promotion!
With books under their arms
They swan around, selling their honour,
Wherever they find a promising household,
They read the scripture in loud, fervent strains
for a lucrative commission.

O Bahu! They have put God’s name on sale
just to make a living.

In this world they live spiritually bankrupt;
robbed of all honour, they go to the one beyond.

(J.R.Puri/K.S.Khak)