REJOICE – BE IN A STATE OF PRAY


Rejoice- A Prayer

One day, something I wanted to say,
But,
The trees, partner of breaths
The sky, a canvas for thoughts
The Clouds, fantasies or dreams
The Sun, source of energy
The air, flow of life
The birds, stones and beautiful witnesses
were all silent,
dancing in the divine, they said,
Rejoice, Rejoice
just be in a state of pray,
O man,
There is nothing to say,
Nothing to say.

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SAVE ME- MASTER


A vagabond,
I can break the clutches,
the clutches of past and future,
may learn to live in present,
A recluse,
I may leave everyone,
Break all bonds
and come to self,
O Master,
save me from myself
save me from self

ONE THOUGHT (ਇੱਕ ਸੋਚ)


ਇੱਕ ਸੋਚ
ਨਾ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ ਜੱਗ ਤੇ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਨਾਲ, ਨਾ ਮਰਣ ਵਿਚ ਮੇਰੀ ਸਲਾਹ
ਆਪੇ ਧੜਕੇ ਦਿਲ ਮੇਰਾ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਆਪੇ ਆਵਣ ਸਾਹ
ਬਚਪਣ ਗੁਜ਼ਰਿਆ ਚਾਵ ਸੇ, ਆਪੇ ਗਈ ਜਵਾਨੀ ਆ,
ਮੁਛਾ ਫੂਟਿਆਂ ਮੁਖ ਤੇ, ਹੁਣ ਆਪੇ ਖਿੜੇ ਕਪਾਹ
ਕੁਜ਼ ਮਿਤਰ ਬੇਲੀ ਮਿਲ ਗਯੇ, ਕੁਜ਼ ਗਯੇ ਪਰੌਣੇ ਆ,
ਸ਼ਾਮਾਂ ਪਇਆਂ ਸਬ ਮੁੜਨ ਲਗੇ, ਕਿਸਨੂੰ ਕਿਸਦੀ ਪਰਵਾਹ,
ਇਹ ਜੱਗ ਜਾਦੂ ਮੈਨੂ ਜਾਪਦਾ, ਇਥੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਨਾ ਚਲਦੀ ਵਾਹ,
ਇਥੇ ਆਪੇ ਬਰਸੇ ਬਦਲੀ, ਫਿਰ ਆਪੇ ਉਗਦਾ ਘਾਹ
ਕਹਿਣ ਸਿਆਣੇ ਕ੍ਯੋਂ ਸੋਚਦਾ, ਤੂੰ ਵਿਚਰ ਇਥੇ ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ,
ਲਾਈਆਂ ਰੌਣਕਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਸਾਈਂ ਨੇ, ਨਿਰਮਲ ਮਾਲਕ ਦੇ ਗੁਣ ਗਾ

ONE THOUGHT
Na main aayia jag te zor naal, na maran vich meri salah
Aape dharke dil mera, mainu aape aavan saah
Bachpan guzria chaav se, aape gayi javaani aa,
Muchaan futia mukh te, hun aape khire kapah.
Kuz mitar beli mil gaye, kuz gaye paraune aa
Shaama payiaan sab muran lage, kisnu kisdi parvaah
Ih jag jaadu mainu jaapda, ithe kise de naa chaldi vaah
Ithe aape barse badly, fir aape ugdaa ghaa
Kehan siaane kyon sochda, tu vichar ithe beparvaah
Laaian raunka tere saain ne, nirmal malk de gun ga

TRANSLATION
Neither I’ve born with a choice, nor I’ve control on my death
By itself beats my heart, and by own run the breath
The childhood passed with a craze, and youth arrived by its own
Then by itself was the growth of beard, now it is turning grey by own
While some friends met me on the way, and some strangers come one by one
By dusk, they all started going back, without worrying for anyone
The world looks like a magic to me, it can’t be controlled by any one
By itself it rain from clouds, and then the grass grows by its own
The wise says why to think, just sail through like a carefree watcher
The stage is set by your beloved, O’Nirmal thou shall sing in praise of Master

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