میرا ایہہ چرخا نو لکھا کڑے    !!!!!!!واہ استاد تیرا کمال اے

Banai Mujh Benawa Ki Bigdi

Behad Ramzan Dasda Mera Dholan Mahi - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

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O my love, do not forget your beloved, come back from your life in the wilderness
The birds have flown home, why do you not do the same?
Love overwhelms me again and again, I am yours and you are mine
O Farid, I will sacrifice myself, just to see him one more time
 
The spinning wheel of love, the unspun balls of grief
The more I spin them, they more they seem to double
 
My spinning wheel is priceless,
as I spin, so my love grows stronger,
And at every turn of the wheel, I remember you
 
What good is my life, without you, my dear love
The heart strings of my memory resound in every pore, every vein of my being
 
This is the time to return, my love and leave your independence
My eyes are longing for you and asking every traveller where you might be
 
My useless eyes are exhausted, looking out for you, my love
O independent one, come back now, my eyes are weak from looking for you
 
Come O crow, I will feed you fancies if you come and sit on my roof
Give me news of my beloved and I will honour you
Come and sit on my roof my beloved may come
O Farid, I strain night and day to see the path you have taken,
 
Eid has come, but my beloved has not, may God look after him
Adornments do not seem right, nothing is pleasing to my sight
The happy ones sleep peacefully while I spend my nights in grief
I will celebrate Eid when my love comes back, without him Eid is empty
 
Pierced by the arrow of loss, people call me mad
For God’s sake, come back, or else this life is over.
 
Everyone taunts me, ‘where is your love?’
‘ He has left you and taken to the road’
What can I answer? I weep alone
 
At every turn of the spinning wheel, I remember you
Come back to the courtyard, to this one who longs for you
 
My spinning wheel is colourful, it is the vehicle of your remembrance
You are far from my eyes, but close to my heart and I yearn for you
 
The strands of sorrow seem to have no end, and as I spin, they double
Who will put an end to my sorrow? I long for you.
 
I am bound to Ranjha, but my father is pressing me (to marry a Khera)
 
The Kheras are spreading lies, I take on myself these accusations against Ranjha
 
People say he is just a buffalo herdsman, but for me, he is my Mecca
 
People say that love is easy, but love spares nothing and no-one
 
Bulleh Shah bears witness to the truth, that Shah Inayat is the perfect teacher

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Saath Dene Ka Wada Kiya Hai, Jan-e-Jahan Apna Wada Nibhao - TheLegend.NFAK

Kaafi by Hazrat Khuwaja Ghulam Farid R.A
Sing by Punjabi folk singer Pathanay Khan

Lyrics:

میڈا عشق وی توں, میڈا یار وی توں
میڈا دین وی توں, میڈا ایمان وی توں
میڈا جسم وی توں،  میڈا روح وی توں
میڈا قلب وی توں،جند جان وی توں
میڈا کعبہ، قبلہ ،مسجد، ممبر
مُصحف تے قرآن وی توں
میڈے فرض، فریضے، حج، زکوٰتاں
صوم صلٰواۃ، اذان وی توں
میڈی زہد ، عبادت، طاعت،تقوٰی
علم وی تُوں،عرفان وی توں
میڈا ذکر وی توں ،میڈا فکر وی توں
میڈا ذوق وی توں، وجدان وی توں
میڈا سانول ،مٹھڑا، شام ،سلوُنا
من موہن ،جانان وی توں
میڈا مرشد،ہادی، پیر طریقت
شیخِ حقائق دان وی توں
میڈی آس امید ،تے کھٹیا، وٹیا
تکیہ ،مان،  تران وی توں
میڈا بھرم وی توں، میڈا   دھرم  وی توں
میڈی شرم وی توں، مینڈی شان وی توں
میڈا ڈُکھ ،سُکھ، روون، کِھلن  وی توں
میڈا درد وی توں ،درمان وی توں
میڈےخوشیاں دا اسباب وی توں
میڈے سُولاں دا سامان وی توں
میڈا بخت تے نام  نِشان وی توں
میڈا حُسن تے بھاگ ،سُہاگ وی توں
میڈا دیکھن، بھالن، جاچن ،جوچن
سمجھن ،جان ،سنجان وی توں
میڈے  ٹھڈرےساہ تے مونجھ مو نجھاری
ہنجھوں دے طوفان وی توں
میڈے تلک ،تلولے ،سیندھاں ،مانگاں
ناز، نہوڑے تان وی توں
میڈی مہندی ،کجل ،مُساگ وی توں
میڈی سُرخی ،بیڑا، پان وی توں
میڈی وحشت، جوش جنون وی توں
میڈا گِریہ، آہ ، فغان وی توں
میڈا اول ،آخر ،اندر ،باہر
ظاہر تے پنہان وی توں
میڈا بادل ،برکھا ، کِھمنا ں، گاجاں
بارش تے باران وی توں
میڈا ملک، ملیر تے مارو ،تھلڑا
روہی، چولستان وی توں
جے یار فرید قبول کرے
سرکار وی توں ،سلطان وی توں
نہ تاں کہتر ،کمتر،ا حقر ،ادنیٰ
لاشئے، لا امکان وی توں

Meda Ishq Vi Toon Meda Yaar Vi Toon
Meda Deen Vi Toon Meda Eeman Vi Toon
Meda jism vi toon Meda rooh vi toon
Meda qalb vi toon jind jaan vi toon
Meda kaba qibla masjid mimbar
Mushaf te Quran vi toon
Mede farz fareezay, Hajj, Zakataan
Soum salaat azaan vi toon
Meri zohd ibadat ta’at taqwa
Ilm vi toon irfan vi toon
Mera zikr vi toon meda fikr vi toon
Mera zouq vi toon wajdan vi toon
Meda sanwal mithra shaam saloona
Mun mohan janaan vi toon
Meda murshid haadi peer tareeqat
Shaikh haqaa’iq daan vi toon
Meda aas ummed te khattaya wattaya
Takia maan taran vi toon
Mera dharam vi toon meda bharam vi toon
Meda sharam vi toon meda shaan vi toon
Meda dukh sukh ro’wan khilan vi toon
Meda dard vi toon darmaan vi toon
Mda khushiyan da asbaab vi toon
Mede soolaan da samaan vi toon
Mera husn te bhaag suhaag vi toon
Meda bakht te naam nishaan vi toon
Meda dekhan bhalan jachan jochan
Samjhan jaan sunjaan vi toon
Mede thadray saah te monjh munjhari
Hanjoon de tofaan vi toon
Mede tilk tilo’ay seendhaan mangaan
Naaz nihoray taan vi toon
Medi mehdni kajal misaag vi toon
Medi surkhi beera paan vi toon
Medi wehshat josh junoon vi toon
Meda garya aa’h o faghan vi toon
Meda awwal aakhir andar bahir
Zahir te pinhaan vi toon tooon
Meda badal barkha khimnaan gajaan
Barish te baraan vi toon
Meda mulk malir te maro thalra
Rohi cholistaan vi toon
Je yaar farid qabool karay
Sarkaar vi toon sultaan vi toon
Na taan kehtar kamtar ahqar adna
La-shay la-imkaan vi toon

Khawaja Ghulam Farid
خواجہ غلام فرید

Brief Introduction of the Poet:
Khwaja Ghulam Farid (1845–1901)– the most famous 19th-century sufi poet of the Indian subcontinent, polyglot, scholar and writer, belonged to Chishti–Nizami Sufi order. He was born and died at Chachran and was buried at Mithankot.

His mother died when he was five years old and he was orphaned around the age of twelve when his father, Khwaja Khuda Bakhsh, died. He was then brought up by his elder brother, Fakhr Jahan Uhdi, and grew to become a scholar and writer. He mastered Arabic, Persian, Urdu, Saraiki, Punjabi, Sindhi, and Braj Bhasha, and also wrote poems in Saraiki, Punjabi, Urdu, Sindhi, Persian, and Braj Bhasha.

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