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Cold Day

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It was a cold winter day, and a heavily dressed man noticed Nasrudin outside wearing very little clothing.

“Mulla,” the man said, “tell me, how is it that I am wearing all these clothes and still feel a little cold, whereas you are barely wearing anything yet seem unaffected by the weather?”

“Well,” replied Nasrudin, “I don’t have any more clothes, so I can’t afford to feel cold, whereas you have plenty of clothes, and thus have the liberty to feel cold.”

 

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Sufiana Qawaali

I happen to come across this old Qawaali (a style of devotional music now associated particularly with Sufis). I had heard it before but it suddenly brought me to alert. I decided to share it with you, my friends and since many don’t know this language, I found a translation. Hope you find a string of your heart touched too.

Italic Case : Original Lyrics 

Normal Case : Translated

 

Chadhta Suraj

 

huye naamwar benishan kaise kaise
Look how the world forgot even the famous people

Zamin kha gayee naujawan kaise kaise
Once who were heroes look now they are in graves, as if the grave has eaten them

aaj jawaani par itranewale kal pacthhtayega
Today Oh Man Proud of your youth tomorrow you will repent,

aaj jawaani par itranewale kal pacthhtayega
Today Oh Man Proud of your youth tomorrow you will repent,

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The  sun, which is rising slowly, will finally set

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

Tu yaha musafir hain, yeh saray panee hain
You are just a guest, visitor, here this world is just an illusion

char roz kee mehman teri zindagaani hai
A guest for a few days that is what your life is
childhood, youth old age and death

teri zindagaani hai
That’s is your life

teri zindagaani hai
That’s is your life

Zun, zamin zar jevar kuchh naa sath jayega
Moonlight, Ego , Identity, Gold, Jewellery nothing is going to  accompany you

khaali hath aaya hain khalee hath jayega
You came here empty handed, you will go empty handed

khaali hath jayega
You will go empty handed

khaali hath jayega
You will go empty handed

jaan kar bhi  anjana ban raha hai deewane
You know this truth but still you are behaving like ignorant idiot

Apni umr fanni  par  tan raha hain deewane
Oh, mad man you are proud of your life, which is perishable

tan raha hain deewane
You are feeling proud

tan raha hain deewane
You are feeling proud

iss kadrr  tu  khoya hain iss jahan ke mele mein
The way you are lost in this world , daily pleasures, in this maze

tu  khuda ko bhula hain, fakr ke  iss jhamele mein
You forgot  the nature in the game of rich and poor, in tensions of poverty and rich

aaj tak yeh dekha hain panewala khota hain
Until now, we have seen that the one who gets one day he loses it

zindagi ko jo samjha zindagi pe rota hain
the one who understood the life he cries for the painful life of people

zindagi pe rota hain
he cries for the painful life of people

zindagi pe rota hain
he cries for the painful life of people

mitne wali duniya  kaa aitbar karta hain
You trust the world, which will be destroyed one day
World, society, people etc.

kya samajh ke tu aakhir isa se pyar karta hain
Thinking what , why do you love this life, this world

Isa se pyar karta hain
You love this life, this world

Isa se pyar karta hain
You love this life, this world

apni apni  fikro mein  jo bhi hain woh uljha hain
Everyone is trapped in his own entanglement, complications

jo bhi hain woh uljha hain
Everyone who is present is in entanglement

zindagi haqeeqat  mein  kya hain kaun samjha hain
In reality what is the life who has understood it

kya hain kaun samjha hain
what is life who has understood it

aaj samajhle aaj samajhle kal yeh mauka hath naa tere aayega
Understood it today control yourself tomorrow you will not get this chance opportunity

woh gaflat kee nind mein sone wale dhoka khayega
Those who are sleeping today without thinking tomorrow you will get cheated or fooled

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

maut ne jamane ko yeh sama dikh dala
The death has shown the world various seasons, realities

kaise kaise rustom  ko khak me mila dala
look how it has vanquished those who were once powerful or heroes

khak me mila dala
turned them into ashes

khak me mila dala
turned them into ashes

yaad rakh sikander ke  hosle toh aali thhey
Remember the king Sikander or Alexander was fearless and bravest

jab gaya tha duniya se dono hath khaali  thhey
But when he died he went empty handed his both hands were empty

dono hath khaali thhey
His both hands were empty

dono hath khaali thhey
His both hands were empty

Ab na woh halaku hain aur naa uske saathi hain
Now there is neither Hulk nor his stooges

Jung, julus porus hain aur naa uske haathi  hain
Now there is no war , procession, or porus the enemy of Alexander nor their elephants

aur naa uske haathi  hain
and neither are their elephants

aur naa uske haathi  hain
and neither are their elephants

kal jo tanke chalte thhey apni shano shaukat parr
Yesterday those who showed, walked showing
their strength and money, lavish style to world

shamma tak nahi jalti aaj unki durbath parr
today not even a candle burns on their graves

aaj unkee durbath parr
on their grave

aaj unkee durbath parr
on their grave

adna ho ya aala ho, sabko laut jaana hain
short or tall , rich or poor one day everyone has to return to dust, grave

sabko laut jaana hain
everyone has to return to dust, grave

sabko laut jaana hain
everyone has to return to dust, grave

Muflison tawanjan ka, kabr hi thikaana hain
Bankrupt or rich the final destination of  both is grave

kabr hi thikaana hain
Grave is the address

kabr hi thikaana hain
Grave is the address

jaisee karni Jaisi karni waisi bharni aaj kiya kal payega
As you sow , so you reap
Today what you did  tomorrow you will get it in return
Today’s actions return tomorrow

sar ko uthakar chalne waale, ek din thokar khayegaa
The one who walks in pride, walk with his neck tilted upwards will one day fall

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards
chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The  sun, which is rising slowly, will finally set

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

dhal jayega dhal jayega
will finally set will finally set

maut sabko aani hain kaun isse chhoota  hain
everyone one has to die no one has ever managed to avoid death

tu fanaa nahin hoga,yeh khayal jhoota hain
The thought that death will not come to you is false one

yeh khayal jhoota hain
This thought is a sweet lie

yeh khayal jhoota hain
This thought is a sweet lie

saans toot-te hi sab,rishte toot jayenge
the moment breath will stop so will all relationships will cease, break

baap, maa, behen, biwi, bacchhe chhoot jayenge
Father,Mother,Sister,Wife,Children, all will stay behind [ You will be alone ]

bacchhe chhoot jayenge
Children all will be left behind

bacchhe chhoot jayenge
Children all will be left  behind

tere jitne hain bhai wakt kaa chalan denge
All your brothers will bide their time

chheen kar teri daulat do hi gaz kafan denge
They will fight and take your wealth and will you give you only six feet of  space for your grave

do hi gaz kafan denge
will give six feet of grave

do hi gaz kafan denge
will give six feet of grave

jinko apna kehta hain kab yeh tere saathi  hain
The once whom you call your own, but when they belonged to you

kabr hain teri manzil, aur yeh baraati hain
Grave is your final destination and all those are guests,
accompanying your funeral procession
laa ke kabr mein tujhko, qurqabat daalenge
They will bring you to the grave and will heap mud on your face , grave

apne hatho se tere muh pe khak dalenge
With their own hands, they will throw put dust on you

muh pe khak dalenge
will throw dust on your face, on your grave

muh pe khak dalenge
will throw dust on your face, on your grave

Teri saari ulfat ko,khaak mein mila denge
All your name and fame will be destroyed by them

tere chahanewale kal tujhe bhula denge
The once who loved you tomorrow they  will forget you

kal tujhe bhula denge
tomorrow they will forget you

kal tujhe bhula denge
tomorrow they will forget you

isliye yeh kehta hu khub soch ley dil me
This is reason I tell you think lot in your heart
kyon fasaye baitha hain,jaan apni mushkil mein
why have your stuck your life in this mess

jaan apni mushkil mein
life in trouble,difficulties

jaan apni mushkil mein
life in trouble,difficulties

kar gunaho se tauba aake bat sambhal jaye
Stop doing the crimes, corruption, come back to realities

aake bat sambhal jaye
come back to realities

dum kaa kya bharosa hain janey kab nikal jaye
life breath is uncertain it can leave any moment

janey kab nikal jaye
do not know when it might leave

janey kab nikal jaye
do not know when it might leave

Mutthi bandh ke aane wale, haath pasaare jayega
The one who came here with clasped fingers, you will go with open palms

dhan daulat jagir se tune kya paya, kya payega
House, wealth, property what you got from them , what you will get from them
chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards

chadhta suraj dhire dhire dhalta hain dhal jayega
The rising sun will set slowly, Sun will set
Slowly rising upwards Sun will slowly move to downwards

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The Explorer

canoe

The explorer returned to his people, who were eager to know about the Amazon. But how could he ever put into words the feelings that flooded his heart when he saw exotic flowers and heard the night-sounds of the forests; when he sensed the danger of wild beasts or paddled his canoe over treacherous rapids?

He said, “Go and find out for yourselves.”

To guide them he drew a map of the river.

They pounced upon the map.

They framed it in their Town Hall.

They made copies of it for themselves.

And all who had a copy considered themselves experts on the river, for did they not know it’s every turn and bend, how brood it was, how deep, where the rapids were and where the falls were?

But no one took the journey. No one wanted to experience the journey themselves!

 

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The Heart Donkey

Heart Donkey

There was a man in Turkey who was travelling with his favorite donkey, a faithful companion for years and an animal very close to his heart. At the end of a hard day on the road he came to an inn and decided to rest there for the night. No sooner than he had taken off the saddle bags than a youth working for the inn came out to greet him.

“Salaam Aleikum, sir, welcome to our humble shelter! Please, come inside and get some warm soup and sit beside the fire.”

“Of course, I’d love to but first I must make sure my donkey is well cared for.” The man said, patting his donkey on the back. The youth smiled generously.

“Please, sir, allow me to attend to such details, you are an honoured guest here.”

“But it’s just that he’s an old donkey and needs a nice bed of hay to lie in.”

“Sir, we guarantee you the best care possible.”

“But you will sweep the floor first to make sure there are no stones? He gets in a terrible mood if he doesn’t sleep well.”

“Please, sir, just trust me, we are professionals here.”

“But you will add some water to his straw – his teeth are getting shakey and he likes just a little fresh grass to begin with.”

“Sir, you are embarrassing me!

“And you will give him a little rubdown along the spine – he goes crazy for that!”

“Sir, please just leave everything to me.”

So finally the man gave in and entered the establishment to enjoy a fine dinner by the fire and a comfortable bed. Meanwhile the youth rolled his eyes and… then went out to play cards in a nearby den.

The man could not sleep somehow, despite the silk sheets, as he kept having nightmares of his donkey chained up without water or food, lying on the cold stone. The vision wouldn’t leave him and so he got up in his dressing gown, walked down the steps to the stable and there! His donkey was in exactly the condition he’d imagined – cold, hungry and dying of thirst.

[Rumi then sums up by saying: the world is full of those who say whatever is necessary to get their way. When it comes to looking after your heart donkey, it’s entirely up to us. We are the only real keepers of our feelings and no one knows better than us what we really need, hence the value of trusting our intuition and taking care of our hearts as though it really were an old, faithful companion.]

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The Songbird

Life in Cage

There was once a successful businessman who had everything – a beautiful wife, adorable children and a big house in which they all lived happily. The pride of his life though was his exotic songbird which he kept in a cage and fed delicious titbits when it entertained his guests.

One day the man had to go on a journey far to the south and he asked his wife and children what presents they would like from abroad – they asked for fine silks, honeycomb and clockwork toys. Finally he asked his songbird if he would like him to bring anything back.

“I wish only for one small favour.” The songbird replied.

“Anything!” his master declared.

“Just this – when you see my cousins in the trees in the place you’re going to, please tell them about my conditions here.”

“Are you sure? I could bring you back a fine jewel-encrusted mirror or dried tropical fruit?”

“No, just this, thank you.” The songbird replied and the man went away feeling a little disconcerted but resolved to carry out his pet’s wishes.

The man made his trip safely and carried out his business to satisfaction and spent his remaining time there buying the presents his family had requested. Finally, he went to a park and saw some birds in the trees that bore a remarkable resemblance to his own songbird. He called up to one of them and told them about how his own bird lived in cage and sang for him.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than one of these exotic birds trembled on its perch and tumbled to the ground and ceased to move. The man held his head in grief and the incident quite spoiled his trip.

He returned home and greeted his wife and family who were delighted at their presents but he couldn’t share their pleasure as long as the forthcoming encounter with his songbird remained on his conscience. Finally he found the courage to go down to the garden.

“Well?” his songbird asked and, hesitantly, the man told him exactly what had happened. The song bird listened intently, then trembled on his perch and fell to the bottom of his cage, dead.

The man was now beside himself with grief and confusion. Weeping openly, he opened the door of the cage and carried out his beloved songbird in his hands. No sooner had he done so, however, the songbird returned to life and flew up to the branches of the nearest tree and let out a shrill of joy at finding its freedom.

The man scratched his head in wonder and eventually asked:

“Okay, you win. But tell me please, what was in the message that contained this trick?”

The songbird looked down at him with pity and said:

“My cousin in Africa showed me that it was my beauty that kept me in the cage. Were it not for the delight of my singing voice you would have lost interest long ago. I had to give up that life in order to become free.”

[The image of dying unto oneself is a common Sufi theme, in particular dying unto this world and the things that we hold precious in order to experience the true freedom of living in grace. In one sense this story is about the self-limitation of vanity but at a deeper level there’s the notion that as long as we’re in love with ourselves we will always be in a cage of our own making.]

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There was once a man who was on his way back home from market with his camel and, as he’d had a good day, he decided to stop at a mosque along the road and offer his thanks to God.

He left his camel outside and went in with his prayer mat and spent several hours offering thanks to Allah, praying and promising that he’d be a good Muslim in the future, help the poor and be an upstanding pillar of his community.

When he emerged it was already dark and lo and behold – his camel was gone!

He immediately flew into a violent temper and shook his fist at the sky, yelling:

“You traitor, Allah! How could you do this to me? I put all my trust in you and then you go and stab me in the back like this!”

A passing sufi dervish heard the man yelling and chuckled to himself.

“Listen,” he said, “Trust God but, you know, tie up your camel.”

 

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Change the World

(Image courtesy http://arkarthick.com)

(Image courtesy http://arkarthick.com)

Bayazid, a Sufi mystic, has written in his autobiography, “When I was young I thought and I said to God, and in all my prayers this was the base: ‘Give me energy so that I can change the whole world.’ Everybody looked wrong to me. I was a revolutionary and I wanted to change the face of the earth.

“When I became a little more mature I started praying: ‘This seems to be too much. Life is going out of my hands–almost half of my life is gone and I have not changed a single person, and the whole world is too much.’ So I said to God, ‘My family will be enough. Let me change my family.’

“And when I became old,” says Bayazid, “I realized that even the family is too much, and who am I to change them? Then I realized that if I can change myself that will be enough, more than enough. I prayed to God, ‘Now I have come to the right point. At least allow me to do this: I would like to change myself.’

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