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Syed Abdullah Shah Qadri (16801757) popularly known as Bulleh Shah (, ) , was a Punjabi philosopher and Sufi poet. His first spiritual teacher was Shah Inayat Qadiri, a Sufi murshid of Lahore. He was a mystic poet and is universally regarded as "The father of Punjabi enlightenment".
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1:One Thread Only One thread, one thread only! Warp and woof, quill and shuttle, countless cloths and colors, a thousand hanks and skeins with ten thousand names ten thousand places. But there is one thread only. ~ Bulleh Shah,
2:Yes, yes; you’ve read thousands of books but you’ve never tried to read your own self; you rush into your temples, into your mosques, but you have never tried to enter your own heart; futile are all your battles with the devil for you have never tried to fight your own desires. ~ Bulleh Shah,
3:Repeating The Name Of Ranjha Repeating the name of Ranjha I have become Ranjha myself. O call me ye all 'Dhido-Ranjha,' let no one call me Heer. Ranjha is in me, I am in Ranjha, no other thought exists in my mind. I am not, He alone is. He alone is amusing himself. ~ Bulleh Shah,
4:Turn Your Face Toward Me Turn your face toward me, my dear one, Turn your face toward me! It is you who inserted the hook in me, It is you who pulls the cord. Turn your face toward me! The call to prayer came from your throne in heaven, The sound reverberated in Mecca. Turn your face toward me! Says Bulla, I will not die, Though someone else may. Turn your face toward me! ~ Bulleh Shah,
5:Repeating The Name Of The Beloved ::: Repeating the name of the BelovedI have become the Beloved myself.Whom shall I call the Beloved now? ~ Bulleh Shah,

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1:God is found by those, ~ Bulleh Shah,
2:Repeating the name of the Beloved ~ Bulleh Shah,
3:EDUCATION IS VITAL TO DISCERN BETWEEN KNOWLEDGE AND LEARNING ~ Bulleh Shah,
4:Tear down the mosque, the temple, everything in sight. But don't break a human heart. For that is where God resides. ~ Bulleh Shah,
5: Repeating The Name Of The Beloved
Repeating the name of the Beloved
I have become the Beloved myself.
Whom shall I call the Beloved now?
~ Bulleh Shah,
6: Your Love Has Made Me Dance All Over
Your love has made me dance all over.
Falling in love with you
Was supping a cup of poison.
Come, my healer, it's my final hour.
Your love has made me dance all over.
~ Bulleh Shah,
7: One Thread Only
One thread, one thread only!
Warp and woof, quill and shuttle,
countless cloths and colors,
a thousand hanks and skeins with ten thousand names
ten thousand places.
But there is one thread only.
~ Bulleh Shah,
8:Yes, yes; you’ve read thousands of books but you’ve never tried to read your own self; you rush into your temples, into your mosques, but you have never tried to enter your own heart; futile are all your battles with the devil for you have never tried to fight your own desires. ~ Bulleh Shah,
9: Remove Duality And Do Away With All Disputes
Remove duality and do away with all disputes;
The Hindus and Muslims are not other than He.
Deem everyone virtuous, there are no thieves.
For, within every body He himself resides.
How the Trickster has put on a mask!
~ Bulleh Shah,
10: If The Divine Is Found Through Ablutions
If the divine is found through ablutions
surely frogs and fish would find him first
if the divine is hidden in jungles
the cattle would have discovered him by now
O Bulleh, the divine is found by those
with pure and true heart
~ Bulleh Shah,
11: Repeating The Name Of Ranjha
Repeating the name of Ranjha
I have become Ranjha myself.
O call me ye all 'Dhido-Ranjha,'
let no one call me Heer.
Ranjha is in me, I am in Ranjha,
no other thought exists in my mind.
I am not, He alone is.
He alone is amusing himself.
~ Bulleh Shah,
12: I Have Got Lost In The City Of Love
I have got lost in the city of love,
I am being cleansed,
withdrawing myself from my head,
hands and feet.
I have got rid of my ego, and have attained my goal.
Thus it has all ended well.
O Bullah, the Lord pervades both the worlds;
None now appears a stranger to me.
~ Bulleh Shah,
13: There Goes My Love!
There goes my Love!
What do I do, my Lord?
He's already made a move
His staying back is hard
With his wayfarers all packed
What do I do, my Lord?
My heart is afire
Like half-backed shard
What do I do, my Lord?
My love having gone
I am in midstream hauled
Wwhat do I do, my Lord?
~ Bulleh Shah,
14: I Have Learnt A Secre
I have learnt a secret
A secret I’ve learnt
He is the same
From this end to that.
It’s only we
Who fuss like a brat
I have learnt a secret
A secret I’ve learnt
To win over Sass
He comes as Punnun
I am wedded to Innayat
Who cares not for caste.
I have learnt a secret
A secret I’ve learnt
~ Bulleh Shah,
15: Look Into Yourself
You have learnt so much
And read a thousand books.
Have you ever read your Self?
You have gone to mosque and temple.
Have you ever visited your soul?
You are busy fighting Satan.
Have you ever fought your
Ill intentions?
You have reached into the skies,
But you have failed to reach
What's in your heart!
~ Bulleh Shah,
16: This Love - O Bulleh - Tormenting, Unique
This love - O Bulleh - tormenting, unique
the face of the idol akin to the divine in heaven
can there be divinity without my beloved
even if I have to contest the scriptures
this love is fearless, marches to death in defiance
dances and whirls like a street prostitute,
to win a single smile from the beloved
~ Bulleh Shah,
17: Going To Makkah Is Not The Ultimate
Going to Makkah is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of prayers are offered
Going to River Ganges is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of cleansing (Baptisms) are done
Going to Gaya is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of worships are done
~ Bulleh Shah



the ultimate is
When the "I" is removed from the heart!
~ Bulleh Shah,
18: Turn Your Face Toward Me
Turn your face toward me, my dear one,
Turn your face toward me!
It is you who inserted the hook in me,
It is you who pulls the cord.
Turn your face toward me!
The call to prayer came from your throne in heaven,
The sound reverberated in Mecca.
Turn your face toward me!
Says Bulla, I will not die,
Though someone else may.
Turn your face toward me!
~ Bulleh Shah,
19: You Alone Exist
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
You alone exist, I do not!
Like the shadow of a house in ruins,
I revolve in my own mind.
If I speak, you speak with me:
If I am silent, you are in my mind.
If I sleep, you sleep with me:
If I walk, you are along my path.
Oh Bulleh, the spouse has come to my house:
My life is a sacrifice unto Him.
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
~ Bulleh Shah,
20: Why Should I Go To Kaaba
Why should I go to Kaaba,
When I long for Takht Hazaara?
People worship Kaaba,
I worship my dearest friend.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
Beloved Raanjha, seeing my defects, do not put me out of mind,
Remember(think of) this worthless one.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
Though I cannot swim,
It will be your shame if I drown.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
I found no one like you,
Though I searched the entire world.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
~ Bulleh Shah,
21: Do Come To Me
You may not take notice of me
But do come to me
I am a sacrifice unto you
Do come to me
I've looked around in fields and forest
There is none like you
Do come to me
Cowherd you are to others
You are my faith, my beau
Do come to me
Leaving my parents, I am tied to you,
Oh Shah Inayat, my beloved teacher
Do come to me
Bulleh enterd the great palace
And had a spledid treat
What have we gained in the world
A black face and blue feet?
~ Bulleh Shah,
22: He Who Is Stricken By Love
He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.
He who wears the garb of Love
Gets blessings from above.
Soon as he drinks from this cup
No questions and no answers remain.
He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.
He
He
No
He
who has the Beloved in his heart,
is fulfilled with his Love.
need he has for formality,
just enjoys his ecstasy.
He who is stricken by Love
Sings and dances out of tune.
~ Bulleh Shah,
23: The Arrow Of Love
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do ?
The fire of separation is unceasing !
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do?
~ Bulleh Shah,
24: The Soil Is In Ferment, O Friend
The soil is in ferment, O friend
Behold the diversity.
The soil is the horse, so is the rider
The soil chases the soil, and we hear the clanging of soil
The soil kills the soil, with weapons of the soil.
That soil with more on it, is arrogance
The soil is the garden so is its beauty
The soil admires the soil in all its wondrous forms
After the circle of life is done it returns to the soil
Answer the riddle O Bulleh, and take this burden off my head.'
~ Bulleh Shah,
25: I Have Been Pierced By The Arrow Of Love
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do?
I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen ye to my ceaseless outpourings,
I have peace neither by night, nor by day.
I cannot do without my
Beloved even for a moment.
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do?
The fire of separation is unceasing!
Let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without seeing him?
I have been pierced by the arrow of love,
what shall I do?
~ Bulleh Shah,
26: The Hajjis Go To Mecca
The hajjis go to Mecca.
My beloved Ranjha is my Mecca.
Yes, I am crazy!
I am wedded to Ranjha.
Still my father pushes me.
Yes, I am crazy!
The hajjis go to Mecca
My bridegroom, within me, is my Mecca.
Yes, I am crazy!
Hajjis and ghazis both lie within us,
Thieves and pickpockets too.
Yes, I am crazy!
The Hajjis go to Mecca
But I am going to Takht Hazara.
Yes, I am crazy!
Wherever is your beloved, there lies Kaaba,
Though you search the four books.
Yes, I am crazy!
~ Bulleh Shah,
27: My Eyes Pour Out Tears
He left me, and himself he departed;
What fault was there in me ?
Neither at night nor in the day do I sleep in peace;
My eyes pour out tears !
Sharper than swords and spears are the arrows of love !
There is no one as cruel as love ;
This malady no physician can cure.
There is no peace, not for a moment,
So intense is the pain of separation !
O Bullah, if the Lord were to shower
His grace, My days would radically change !
He left me, and himself he departed.
What fault was there in me?
~ Bulleh Shah,
28: Whether Or Not You Know This
Whether or not you know this,
Enter my courtyard.
I adore you (I would sacrifice my life for you),
Enter my courtyard.
For me, there is nobody else but you.
Though I search every forest, plain and desert.
Though I search the entire world.
Enter my courtyard.
People believe you are a lowly cowherd,
Named Raanjha.
But you are my faith, my religion.
Enter my courtyard.
I left my parents for love of you,
My Lord, Shah Inaayat.
Honor this love I bear for you.
Enter my courtyard.
~ Bulleh Shah,
29: O Come And Meet This Separation-Tormented One
O come and meet this separation-tormented one!
Had you loved, you too would shriek and wail aloud.
But how could you know the pain of another?
If you want to receive love,
First of all, give your severed head to your lord.
The intoxicated ones have crossed over,
My fate is in your hands.
This river of sorow, this unjust torment,
Has flung me into a ruinous darkness.
I left my parents, forgot my friends,
In devotion to your merciful name.
O come and meet this separation-tormented one!
~ Bulleh Shah,
30: I Long For You, This Is So, What Can I Do
I long for you, this is so, what can I do?
I cannot live, I cannot die.
I long for you.
Listen to my plea.
Night or day, I have no peace.
Not another moment can I exist without you.
I long for you, this is so, what can I do?
This separation-torment is unending!
Can somebody stop this pain?
If I do not see him, how will I live?
I long for you, this is so, what can I do?
Says Bulla, I am in dire distress,
O please find a remedy.
How can I endure such pain?
I long for you, this is so, what can I do?
~ Bulleh Shah,
31: I Long For My Beloved
I long for my beloved.
One speaks, laughing in delight,
Another weeps, sobs, dies.
Tell the beautiful, blossoming springtime,
I long for my beloved.
My ablutions have gone to waste,
His heart is hard.
Might as well burn my jewels and adornments!
I long for my beloved.
I have driven messengers crazy,
Encased myself in sorrow.
Come home, dear one, let me see you.
I long for my beloved.
Says Bulla, when my lord comes home.
I will clasp him, my Ranjha, in a tight embrace!
All sorrows flown across the ocean.
I long for my beloved.
~ Bulleh Shah,
32: Stay Silent To Survive
Stay silent to survive.
People cannot stand to hear the truth.
They are at your throat if you speak it.
They keep away from those who speak it.
But truth is sweet to its lovers!
Truth destroys shara.
Brings rapture to its lovers,
And unexpected riches,
Which shara obscures.
Those lovers cannot remain silent
Who have inhaled the fragrance of truth.
Those who have plaited love into their lives,
Leave this world of falsehood.
Bulla Shah speaks the truth.
He uncovers the truth of shara.
He opens the path to the fourth level,
Which shara obscures.
~ Bulleh Shah,
33: Hide Not Behind The Veil, My Love
Hide not behind the veil, my love,
I long to have a glimpse of you.
Without my love, I feel like mad,
People around me laugh at me.
He should come and cheer me up,
This alone remains my plea,
Hide not behind the veil, my love,
I long to have a glimpse of you.
Your slave is being auctioned free
Come my love and rescue me
No longer can I perch elsewhere
I am the Bulbul of your tree
Hide not behind the veil, my love,
I long to have a glimpse of you.
Bulleh! Who is He?
A queer type friend!
He has the Quran in His hand and
And in the same the holy thread
~ Bulleh Shah,
34: Perverse Times Have Come
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.
~ Bulleh Shah,
35: Enough Is Enough
Enough is enough
Talk to me with smile
You live in my heart
And yet you me beguile
I am charmed with your name on my lip
You try as usual and give me a slip
Enough is enough
You killed the ones who was already dead
Tossed like a ball with your baton on head
You choked my words in my throat
Your arrow hit the quarry and smote
Enough is enough
Trying to hide, I've caught you
Tied you with the lock of my hair
You are yet trying to flee
This time I'll allow no plea
Enough is enough
Says Bulleh, I am your slave, my Master
I long to have a glimpse of you
I plead with you time and again
Make ky heart your shell of an oyster
Enough is enough
~ Bulleh Shah,
36: Love Springs Eternal
Love springs eternal!
When I learnt the lesson of Love
I dreaded going to the mosque.
Hesitantly, I found a temple
Where they beat a thousand drums.
Love springs eternal! Come!
I am tired of reading holy books,
Fed up with prostrations good.
God is not in Mathura or Mecca.
He who finds Him is enlightened!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Burn the prayer mat, break the beaker!
Quit the rosary, chuck the staff!
Lovers shout at the top of their voices:
Break all rules that tie you down!
Love springs eternal! Come!
Heer and Ranjha are united:
While she searches for him in orchards,
He is in her warm embrace!
She has her love, she is fulfilled!
Love springs eternal! Come!
~ Bulleh Shah,
37: Love Is Ever New And Fresh
Love is ever new and fresh
The day I learn the lesson of Love
I was scared of the mosque and dreaded fasts
I looked around and entered a temple
Where sounded many a drum-blast
Love is ever new and fresh
Tired of reading the Vedas and Quran
Kneeling and prostrating my forehead shorn
At Mathura or Mecca He does not dwell
He who has found Him, only he can tell
Love is ever new and fresh
Burn the prayer mat, break the water pot
Quit the rosary, threw away the staff
Lovers say at the top of their voice
Leave the kosher and eat the shot
Love is ever new and fresh
Heer and Ranjha have already met
In vain she looks for him in the orchard
Ranjha lies in the folds of her arms
Having her love, she has gained him hard
~ Bulleh Shah,
38: Lift This Veil Beloved One
Lift this veil (reveal yourself) beloved one! Why this modesty now?
Your curls ambush me, become poisonous, sting me!
Do you feel no pity when you look at me, a glance that stabs.
Your eyes. Arrows that pierce my helpless chest.
You wounded me, then hid your face. Who taught you such trickery?
You pierced me with the separation-dagger and my heart became heavy.
Not a care did you show for me, all your words were false.
You made me love you, won my heart and never showed your face again.
My wisdom was surely impaired for I drank this poison myself.
Shah Inayat, I cannot speak of this, but I look for your face in every face.
I am complete, why do I stumble? I have been true to my word.
Lift this veil (reveal yourself) beloved one! Why this modesty now?
~ Bulleh Shah,
39: One Point Contains All
One point contains all;
Learn about the One, forget the rest.
Forget hell and the terrible grave;
Leave the ways of sin and purify
Your heart.
That's how the argument is spun:
It's all contained in One!
Why rub your head against the earth?
What point in your vain prostration?
Your Kalimah read, makes others laugh.
You do not grasp the Lord's word!
Somewhere the truth is written down:
It's all contained in One!
Some go to the jungle in vain
And starve and cause themselves some pain;
They waste their time with all this
And come home tired, nothing gained!
Find your master and become God's slave.
In this way you'll be free of care;
Free of desire, free of worry,
And your heart truthful, pure.
Bulleh has discovered this truth alone:
It's all contained in One!
~ Bulleh Shah,
40: Come My Love
Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.
Ever separated, my dreams are dreary,
Looking for you, my eyes are weary.
All alone I am robbed in a desert,
Waylaid by a bunch of way words.
The Mullah and Qazi show me the way,
Their maze of Dharma that is in sway.
They are the confirmed thieves of time,
they spread their net saintly crime.
Their time-worn norms are seldom right,
With these they chain my feet so toght.
My love cares not for caste or creed,
To the rituals faith I pay no heed.
My Master lives on yonder bank,
While I am caught in the gale of greed.
With boat of anchor, He stands in wait,
I must hasten, I can't be late.
~ Bulleh Shah



must find his love,
He needn't have the last fright.
His love is around, yet he looks for Him,
Misled in the broad daylight.
Come my love take care of me,
I am in great agony.
~ Bulleh Shah,
41: Sack The Gongman
Sack the gon-gman
My love has come home today
He strike the gong time and again
And shortens my night of dance and song
If he were to listen to me
He would throw away the gong
Sack the gong-man
Here is the unstruck melody
With a master player and a colorful hue
I've forgotten, my prayers and fasts
The barman offering cups of brew
Sack the gong-man
Seeing him is an enchanting sight
One forgets all aches of life
Let the night spread out long
And the morn wait a strife
Sack the gong-man
I have indulge in magic a lot
With necromancers and many a seer
Now that he has comeback home
We'll live together a million years
Sack the gong-man
He has saved me from many a hazard
Bulleh's bed is cosy and warm
After much wait my turn has come
No happenstance may do us harm
Sack the gong-man
Sack the gong-man
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My love has come home today
~ Bulleh Shah,
42: There Is A Thief In The Folds Of My Arms
There is a thief in the folds of my arms.
Whom shall I tell?
There is a thief in the folds of my arms
He has, of late, escaped on the sky
No wonder there is a stir in the sky
And the world there is a hue and cry.
Whom shall I tell?
The Muslims are afraid of fire
And the Hindus dread the grave
Both of them have their fears
And keep on sharpening their staves.
Whom shall I tell?
Ramdas here and Fateh Muhammad there
This has kept them emitting spleen
Suddenly their quarrel came to an end
When someone else emerged on the scene.
Whom shall I tell?
There was furore in the flushed sky
It reached Lahore, the capital town
It was Shah Inayat who crafted the kite
It’s he who moves it up and down.
Whom shall I tell?
He who believes, he alone has known
Everyone else id floundering
All the wrangling came to an end
When Bulleh came to town.
Whom shall I tell?
~ Bulleh Shah,
43: Neither Hindu Nor Muslim
Neither Hindu nor Muslim,
Sacrificing pride, let us sit together.
Neither Sunni nor Shia,
Let us walk the road of peace.
We are neither hungry nor replete,
Neither naked nor covered up.
Neither weeping nor laughing,
Neither ruined nor settled,
We are not sinners or pure and virtuous,
What is sin and what is virtue, this I do not know.
Says Bulhe Shah, one who attaches his self with the lord.
Gives up both hindu and muslim.
....................
Bullah is neither Rafzi nor Sunni, nor learned
nor an intellectual nor a Jaini.
I have learnt the lesson of love of God alone.
People say: Bulleh is an Infidel (Kafar)
and an idol-worshipper.
But in the Lord's court, both the Momin and Kafar
(Believer and un-believer) are treated alike.
...........
Here was Ramdas [a Hindu] and there Fateh Muhammad [a Muslim]
What an ancient noise between them
But now their quarrel has vanished
And something new has emerged!
~ Bulleh Shah,
44: Bulla! I Know Not Who I Am
Bulla! I know not who I am
Nor am I a believer of the mosque,
Nor am I in rituals of the infidel
Nor am I the pure inside the impure.
Nor am I inherent in the vedas,
Nor am I present in intoxicants.
Nor am I lost nor the corrupt.
Nor am I union, nor grief,
Nor am I intrinsic in the pure/impure
Nor am I of water, nor of land.
Nor am I fire nor air.
Bulla! I know not who I am
Nor am I Arabic, nor from Lahore,
Nor am I the Indian city of Nagour.
Nor hindu or a turk from Peshawar.
Nor did I create differences of faith,
Nor did I create Adam and Eve
Nor did I name my self.
Beginning or end, I just know the self,
Do not acknowledge duality.
There's none wise than I.
Who is this Bulla shah
Bulla! I know not who I am.
Nor am I moses, nor Pharoah
Nor am I fire nor wind.
I do not stay in Nadaun city. (City of innocents)
Bullashah, who is this man standing?
Bulla! I know not who I am
Bulla! I know not who I am.
~ Bulleh Shah,
45: Enough Of Learning, My Friend!
Enough of learning, my friend!
An alphabet should do for you
To it there is never an end
An alphabet should do for you
It's enough to help you fend.
Enough of learning, my friend!
Enough of learning, my friend!
You've amassed much learning around
The Quran and its commentaries profound
There is darkness amidst lighted ground
Without the guide you remain unsound
Enough of learning, my friend!
Learning makes you Sheikh or his minion
And thus you create problem trillion
You exploit oyhers who know not what
Misleading them with wild opinion
Enough of learning, my friend!
You meditate and you say your prayers
You go and shout at the top of the stairs
You cry reaching the high skies
It's your avarice which ever belies
Enough of learning, my friend!
The day I learnt love's lesson
I plunged into the river of devine passion
An overwhelming gale. I was confused and lost
When Shah Inayat cruised me across
Enough of learning, my friend!
~ Bulleh Shah,
46: Banish The Timekeeper, My Beloved Has Come Home
Banish the timekeeper, my beloved has come home, my precious one!
Again and again the time keeper strikes the gong,
Diminishing this night of our union.
Were he to look into my heart,
Himself, he would fling it away.
The unheard music plays majestically.
The singer accomplished in rhythm and measure.
Forgotten are my prayers
As the distiller gives me plentiful wine.
At the wondrous sight of his face,
All my sorrows vanished.
The night marches on. How can I extend it?
O build a wall against the day!
I have lost myself.
I can not remember when I was wedded.
It is not possible to hide,
This complete grace that is upon me.
Many magic spells were cast,
Magicians came, big and small.
Now that my beloved is home,
I will remain with him for a hundred thousand years.
Says Bulle Shah, in this beloved bed
I have crossed over to the other side.
Finally, my turn came,
Separation is no longer possible.
Banish the timekeeper, my beloved has come home, my precious one.
~ Bulleh Shah,
47: What A Carefree Game He Plays!
He said, 'Let there be,' and it happened.
He made the latent turn into the manifest,
Out of the formless He created the form.
What a wondrous game He played!
What a carefree game He plays!
When He disclosed the hidden secret,
He lifted the veil from over His face.
Why does He now hide from me?
The Real permeates everyone.
What a carefree game He plays!
He said, 'We have honored mankind;
None has been created like you;
You are the crown of all creation.'
What a proclamation with the beat of drum!
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself indulges in these carefree acts;
He himself feels frightened of himself;
He has taken abode in every house;
And the people keep wandering in delusion.
What a carefree game He plays!
He himself aroused longing to become mad in love.
He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart.
Himself He wept, himself consoled himself.
0, what a game of love He plays!
What a carefree game He plays!
Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved.
Here logic and reason have no part to play.
Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved.
Why does He create separation now?
What a carefree game He plays!
~ Bulleh Shah,
48: The Blossoming Of Love Is Strange And Wondrous
The blossoming of love is strange and wondrous!
When I acquired the knowledge of love,
I dreaded the mosque.
I fled to my lord’s dwelling,
Where a thousand sounds reverberate.
When love revealed its mystery to me,
The parroted words vanished.
Inside and out, I was cleansed.
I saw my beloved wherever I looked.
Heer and Ranjha are already one.
But Heer, deluded, still searches the woods.
Her Ranjha is with her,
And she doesn’t even know it.
I am tired of reading the Vedas and the Koran!
Obeisance has only abraded my forehead .
God was not in Mecca, nor any holy place.
But who ever found him became brightly illuminated.
Burn the prayer rug, break the clay pot,
Divest yourself of rosary, bowl and staff.
Those who love proclaim repeatedly and loudly,
‘Eat the forbidden! Forsake halaal!’
You have spent your life in the mosque,
Your heart still filled with filth.
Not once did you declare that god is one!
What is the point of making this racket now?
Your devotion was loveless.
Now your protestations are worthless.
Bulla says, I would have remained silent,
It is love that compels me to speak forcefully.
The blossoming of love is strange and wonderful
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~ Bulleh Shah,
49: I'M Going Together With Jogi
Going to Makkah is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of prayers are offered
Going to River Ganges is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of cleansing (Baptisms) are done
Going to Gaya is not the ultimate
Even if hundreds of worships are done
~ Bulleh Shah



the ultimate is
When the "I" is removed from the heart
[He] Read a lot and became a scholar
But [he] never read himself
[He] goes enters into the temple & mosque
But [he] never entered into his own heart
He fights with the devil every day for nothing
He never wrestled with his own ego
~ Bulleh Shah



he grabs for heavenly flying things
But doesn't grasp the one who's sitting at home
Religious scholars stay awake at night
But dogs stay awake at night, higher than you
They don't cease from barking at night
Then they go sleep in yards, higher than you
They [dogs] don't leave the beloved's doorstep
Even if they're beaten hundreds of times, higher than you
~ Bulleh Shah



get up and make up with the beloved
Otherwise dogs will win the contest, better than you
O friends, don't call Ranjha a shepherd
I shy away from calling him a shepherd
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I am like a thousand Heers to him
Who am I, like countless others
He's the ruler of Hazara's throne
And I am forever the plain Heer
~ Bulleh Shah



may God hear my wail
And I'll become shepherded by the Shepherd
Ranjha became a Jogi and arrived
He exchanged into a unique disguise
He changed his name from Ahad (One God) to Ahmad (Prophet Mohammad
PBUH)
I'm going together with Jogi
Someone's with someone else, this one's with that one
I'm together with Jogi
Since I have become Jogi's
I have no "I" left in me
Repeating Ranjha Ranjha
I became Ranjha myself
Call me Ranjha
Nobody call me Heer
It's not me, it's he himself
He amuses his own self
The one with whom I connected my heart
I became just like him, O friends
Jogi is with me
I am with Jogi
I'm going together with Jogi
After putting earrings in my ears
and decorating my forehead with Tilak
Hey he's not [a] Jogi
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He's some form of God
He's disguised as Jogi
This Jogi has attracted me
This Jogi has established residence in my heart
I swear by the Quran it's true
Jogi is my belief and faith
This Jogi has marked me
Hey I belong to him
Now I'm not worth any one else (Now there's no other Jogi)
I'm floating, I've drifted across, O people
My eyes inter-meshed with Jogi's, O people
Call me Jogi's female Jogi
Heer is dead, O people
In Khayrray they have deep talks
I have to listen to accusations about
I don't know anything about anyone else
If I know anything, I only know Jogi
No one has attained what he has attained
His shadow is on both worlds
His fame is celebrated in both world
His shoes were kissed by Heaven
This Jogi is full of wonders
In his hand is the rosary of "There is Nothing But One God"
Hey, his name is [Mohammad] "The One With The Shawl"
If Jogi comes to my home
All your fights will end
I will embrace him
And celebrate a million praises
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~ Bulleh Shah



a Jogi came
To our door….(…? …)
He stole away Heer of Sayal
He came in a disguise
~ Bulleh Shah,

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