Pani vich Be Ke Hawa Labda Rea
Ik Be Wafa vichun Wafa Labda Rea
Hathin Talash Kita Si Jera Pathar Da Bhoot
Us Wichun Khuda Labda Rea
Te Tar Tar Kita Jine Aapni Ruh Da Lybas
Os Nange Baadan vichu Haya Labda Rea
Jinu Jaan Jigar Asi Kehnde C
O Hor Kise Nu Chaunde Rae
O Hasde Rahe Begaaneya Naal
Sanu Utle Mano Bulaunde Rae
Asi Kitia Duava Piyaar Dia
Te O Daag Ishq Nu Launde Rae
O Daag Mitaaya Nai Mitde
Asi Hanjua Naal Mitaaunde Rae
O Hi Raah Vich Saanu Dob Gae
Jinu Asi Kinaare Launde Rae..!!

Har Pair Vich Janjeer Nai Hondi
Parchaaven Vich Kade Tasvir Nai Hondi
Har Koi Kiven Ban Jave ‘Ranjha Jogi’ Yaro
Kyonki Har Mashooq ‘Saleti-Heer’ Nai Hondi




Ranjhe to jayada kise Majnu ton ghatt na

Ranjhe ton jayada kise Majnu ton ghatt na,
keeti honi kise ne vi Eho jihi hadd na,
Chann tare Tethon Asin var diyan ge,
Ehna sohniye Asin Tainu pyar diyan ge.


Aise lyi assi rona chad taa

Saadi zindagi vich khas teri thaan,

Sochi na tenu Dillon kad ta,

Loki hanjuan chon parh lainde naan

Aise lyi assi rona chad taa

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

The soul of both of them is impatient and restless,

Both of them know not God, and deceive mankind.

One lives by production, the other by taxation,

And man is a glass caught between two stones.

The one puts to rout science, religion, art,

The other robs the body of soul, the hand of bread.

I have perceived both drowned in water and clay,

Both bodily burnished, but utterly dark of heart.

Life means a passionate burning, an urge to make,

To cast in the dead clay the seed of heart.

Note: Iqbal says that communism is the enemy of faith, while Capitalism is the enemy of Humanity. Materialism is the belief of both of them. Life in Communism is production and that of Capitalism is Taxation.

On the bough of a tree was seated
A nightingale that was saddened

Saying that-
Over me the night is past
And in pecking day is lost!

Towards their nest
How will they (birds) reach
When the shadow of dark
Has fastened its glitch

When heard this yell and wail
Of the nightingale
Said the glowworm
In a voice so calm

With my heart and soul
To you I am of avail
So what if I am
An insect so little?

The night is dark
Why worry then?
All through your route
I will enlighten!

A torch has Allah given me
A radiant lamp has He made me

Noble are those ones indeed
Whom others find while in need!