Bullehshah's poetry

Masjid Dha Day, Mandir Dha Day
Dha Day Jo Kujh Disda
Par Kissay Da Dil Na Dhawee(n)
Rub Dilaa(n) Wich Wasda

Tear down the Mosque, tear down the temple
Tear down every thing in sight
But don't (tear down) break anyone's heart
Because God lives there
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Baba Bulleh Shah di Kafi
Parrh Parrh Aalim Faazil Hoya
Kaddi Apney Aap noo Parrheya hi nahin

Jaa Jaa Warda Mandir Maseetaan
Kaddi Mun Apney Vich tun Wardeya ee Nahin

Ainwayn Roz Shaitaan dey naal Larda
Kaddi Nafs Apney Naal Lardeya ee nahin

Bulleh Shah Aasmaanin Uddiyaan Phardaa
Jaidha Ghar Baitha Ohnun Phardeya ee Nahin

Study ing Baba Bulleh Shah's books over
and over you want to be a learned man
but you never study your innerself

you run to enter mosques and temples
but you never enter into your innerself

you fight Satan in vain daily
but fighting your ego you care not

Baba Bulleh Shah says this -
you run after what you've lost
but push aside what you've got
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Kaliyan Ishq Kaman okha
Kisay nu Yar Bnana Okha …………….
Pyar Pyar Tay har koi Bollay ……………….
Kar k Pyar nibhana okha ………………
Har koi Dhukhan Tay HAss Lenda ……………….
kisay Da Dard wadana okha ………………
Gallan Nall naye Rutbay millday ……………
Jogi Bhesa wadana okha……….
Koi Kisay Di gall naye sunda ……………..
lokan nu Samjhana okha…………….
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Parh parh ilm qitaban da.. tu naan rakh lya qazi
hath wich phar ke talwaran.. tu naan rakh lya ghazi
makke madine tu phir ayan.. tu naan rakh lya hajji
we bulya tu ki haasil kita.. je yaar na rakhya razi

Where The Mind Is Without Fear


Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.


Rabindra Nath Tagore

Love Quote

“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”- Rumi

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved."-Shakespear

Death be not proud!

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

The Art of Losing

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant 
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied.  It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like disaster.

-ElIZABETH BISHOP

Let No Tears Fall

When on death's day my funeral
Sets forth upon its way,
Oh dream not thou his heart
Here in this world doth stay

Let no tears fall, nopr sadly cry
"Alas! for he is dead."
And would that be, if thou should'st trip
Where devil's trap is spread.

When thou upon my corpse dost gaze.
Weep not, "He's gone, he's gone."
For me Will come at-one--ment then
Ecstatic union.

Bid no "farewell, farewell" to me
As in the tomb i'm laid.
Death is but the veil that hides
Where two as one are made.

- Rumi