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Nusrat fateh

ਬਣ ਦਿਲਬਰ ਸ਼ਕਲ ਜਹਾਨ ਆਇਆ- Kafi Baba Ghulam Farid (1865-1901) By Pathanay Khan Sahib 

ਬਣ ਦਿਲਬਰ ਸ਼ਕਲ ਜਹਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।ਹਰ ਸੂਰਤ ਐਨ ਅਯਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਆਦਮ ਕਥੇ ਸ਼ੈਸ ਨਬੀ ।ਕਥੇ ਨੂਹ ਕਥਾਂ ਤੂਫ਼ਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਇਬਰਾਹੀਮ ਖ਼ਲੀਲ ਨਬੀ ।ਕਥੇ ਯੂਸਫ਼ ਵਿਚ ਕਨਆਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਈਸਾ ਤੇ ਅਲਿਆਸ ਨਬੀ ।ਕਥੇ ਲਛਮਨ ਰਾਮ ਤੇ ਕਾਨ੍ਹ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਜ਼ਕਰੀਆ ਕਥੇ ਯਾਹਾ ਹੈ ।ਕਥੇ ਮੂਸਾ ਬਿਨ ਅਮਰਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਬੂ ਬਕਰ ਉਮਰ ਉਸਮਾਨ ਕਥਾਂ ।ਕਥ ਅਸਦ ਅੱਲਾ ਜ਼ੀਸ਼ਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਹਸਨ ਹੁਸੈਨ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਬਣੇ ।ਕਥੇ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ਫ਼ਖਰ ਜਹਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਅਹਿਮਦ ਸ਼ਾਹ ਰਸੂਲਾਂ ਦਾ ।ਮਹਬੂਬ ਸਭੇ ਮਕਬੂਲਾਂ ਦਾ ।
ਉਸਤਾਦ ਨਫੂਸ ਅਕੂਲਾਂ ਦਾ ।ਸੁਲਤਾਨਾਂ ਸਿਰ ਸੁਲਤਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਤਨਜ਼ੀਲ ਕਥਾਂ, ਜਬਰੀਲ ਕਥਾਂ ।ਤੋਰੇਤ ਜ਼ਬੂਰ ਇੰਜੀਲ ਕਥਾਂ ।
ਆਯਾਤ ਕਥਾਂ ਤਰਤੀਲ ਕਥਾਂ ।ਹਕ ਬਾਤਲ ਦਾ ਫੁਰਕਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕੁੱਲ ਵਿਚ ਕੁੱਲ ਸ਼ੈ ਜ਼ਾਹਰ ਹੈ ।ਸੋਨੜ੍ਹਾ ਜ਼ਾਹਰ ਐਨ ਮਜ਼ਾਹਰ ਹੈ ।
ਕਥੇ ਨਾਜ਼ ਨਿਆਜ਼ ਦਾ ਮਾਹਰ ਹੈ ।ਕਥੇ ਦਰਦ ਕਥਾਂ ਦਰਮਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਰੀਤ ਪਰੀਤ ਦਾ ਵੇਸ ਕਰੇ ।ਕਥੇ ਆਸ਼ਕ ਥੀ ਪ੍ਰਦੇਸ ਫਿਰੇ ।
ਖੁਲੇ ਗਲ ਵਿਚ ਮਾਰੂ ਕੇਸ ਧਰੇ ।ਲਿਟ ਧਾਰੀ ਥੀ ਮਸਤਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਕਥੇ ਪੰਡਤ ਜੋਸੀ ਜੋਗੀ ਹੈ ।ਕਥੇ ਸਾਮੀ ਤੇ ਕਥੇ ਭੋਗੀ ਹੈ ।
ਕਥੇ ਮਿਸਰ ਬਰਾਗੀ ਰੋਗੀ ਹੈ ।ਕਥੇ ਬੇਦ ਬਿਆਸ ਗਿਆਨ ਆਇਆ ।
ਖਾਮੋਸ਼ ਫ਼ਰੀਦ ਇਸਰਾਰ ਕਨੂੰ ।ਚੁਪ ਬੇਹੁਦਾ ਗੁਰਤਾਰ ਕਨੂੰ ।
ਪਰ ਗ਼ਾਫ਼ਲ ਨਾ ਥੀ ਯਾਰ ਕਨੂੰ ।ਏਹੋ ਲਾਰੇਬੀ ਫ਼ੁਰਮਾਨ ਆਇਆ ।

Pathanay Khan: The Flower of Rohi

Eleven years have passed but yet the legend of the great Pathanay Khan still remains, whose lilting sweet yet pain filled Saraiki songs are absorbed by lovers of folk music. Pathanay Khan or Ghulam Mohammad, was born in 1926 in the village Basti Tambu Wali, situated in the heart of the Thal Desert, several miles from Kot Addu, Punjab. When he was only a few years old, his father, Khameesa Khan, brought home a third wife after which his own mother decided to leave her husband. She took Ghulam Muhammad along and went to Kot Addu to stay with her father. When the boy fell seriously ill, his mother took him to the house of a spiritual doctor who advised her to change his name because it seemed ‘too heavy for him’ as the doctor is known to have said. Meanwhile, folk stories say that the doctor’s daughter commented that he looked like a Pathana. In the region of South Punjab, the name Pathana symbolises love and valour, so from that day onwards he was known as Pathanay.

Pathanay was close to his mother but much as she tried to send him to school, his nature kicked in and soon he started to stray away from school and began to start wandering, contemplating and singing. It is quoted by people who knew him then that this was his own father’s characteristic too. By the time he was in his seventh class, he began to sing kafis by Khwaja Ghulam Farid, who was a Bhawalpuri saint.
His first teacher was Baba Mir Khan, who taught him everything he knew. Singing alone did not earn him enough, so the young Pathanay Khan started collecting firewood for his mother, who used to make bread for the villagers. This enabled the family to earn a very modest living. It is said that at an older age, when Pathanay Khan talked about his childhood, remembering those days brought tears in his eyes and he believed that it was his love for God, music, and Khwaja Farid that gave him the strength to bear this burden.

Pathanay adopted singing as a profession in earnest after his mother's death. With his voice heavy with expressions, his singing had the capacity to attract and entrance his listeners, and he himself could in turn sing for hours. Khan’s reverence for Khawaja Ghulam Farid was absolute. Khawaja Farid was everything for him and he derived all his spiritual strength from him. One rarely sees a singer who can understand and render poetry as good as Pathanay Khan rendered Khawaja’s poetry for the audience. His reading style was so clear and popularly punctuated that even a non-Saraiki speaker could follow the text and meanings of most words. It remains the best-kept secret that Pathanay khan sung much better when he was unaccompanied by tabla, because it was in raw form.

Depending on his mood, Pathanay would sing the same kafi in different ragas. However, unlike other famous singers, he would never brag or mention that he was changing the raga for a particular kafi. It naturally flew from his heart and he remained oblivious to the technicalities. Pathanay Khan learned music from Amir Khan, a local musician who was a descendant of Ustad Ashiq Ali Khan. He was not trained as a classical musician and learned musical techniques during his singing at mela gatherings. His singing absorbed the essence of masses, their aspirations and miseries. Nonetheless, Pathanay had a great desire to sing a classical raga and tried to convince Ustad Chote Ghalam Ali Khan to teach him. Pathanay Khan gave his own deeper meaning to Khawaja Sahib’s poetry in his typical style and sprit of singing.

Pathanay Khan is known to have elevated the form of Kafi to a much higher level than his predecessors. Khan’s famous musical pieces include meda ishq vi tun, ghoom charakhda ghoom, mai vi jana jhok, mera ranjhan hun and kia haal sunawan. Pathanay was given the pride of performance award by the president of Pakistan. He embodied his own unique style in singing. He died in March 2000, after protracted illness. But among those desert flowers of Thal, and everywhere else in Pakistan, the scent of his presence prevails gently, never diffusing from the minds of people.

Ban Dilber Shakal Jahaan Aaya- Kafi, Khawaja Ghulam Farid

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The talk of their grace fills every gathering and place,
The pure soul is unveiled in the face of their divine grace.
Their radiant countenance casts light that none can match,
Even the darkest tresses cannot obscure its dazzling batch.
Their bearing is majestic, their voice a call so grand,
Words flow like pearls, born of the purest strand.

In their gaze, paradise beckons with a pull so deep,
Their eyes, like the hunter’s, are drawn to secrets they keep.
A masterpiece of character, with virtues refined,
From the grace of the Prophet, all truth they did find.
In the company of their followers, a star’s light shown,
Like the moon amidst the stars, their brilliance is known.

One day, Ukba approached and said to you,
"Our goal is wealth, and we shall make you rich, too.
We’ll grant you riches, power, and command,
But if your aim is something else, we understand.
If wealth is what you seek, here's the chance—
Yet truth and prophecy are in God's stance.
The message of the Prophet, the faith must remain,
Nothing else is worthy, all else is in vain.
How extraordinary was the Prophet’s way,
No wealth or power could ever sway."

From the beginning, your mission was to serve humankind,
Concerned with others' troubles, ever compassionate and kind.
You healed the wounds of both kin and stranger,
A friend to the orphan, a protector from danger.
In service to the needy, you stood strong,
Sharing in their sorrow, and guiding them along.
Your speech brought joy and peace to the hearts of men,
Your character was a path to follow again and again.
Everyone believed in your noble, virtuous way,
They called you the "Truthful One," in awe every day.
The talk was all about your great, noble deed,
And how your pure soul met every need.

The first light of truth is the light of the Prophet,
From which all souls and the heavens have been wrought.
It is through this light that mankind gained its sight,
In its love, the believer finds eternal delight.
From the beginning of time, this light was the goal,
The best of creation, the last to make us whole.

Many Prophets have come to the world,
But it was this one, the best of all, who unfurled.

The universe was adorned with the light of this truth,
From this light arose the grandeur of life’s youth.
The light of Muhammad was a mirror of traits divine,
In it, God saw His own beauty, so pure, so fine.
All veils of the unseen were now revealed,
And the self of the Prophet, in His light, was sealed.

The essence of the Prophet was of mercy and grace,
A simple act of kindness, a smile on His face.
The limits of His noble character had no end,
For His goodness shone like the evening sky, my friend.

The banner of submission is the foundation of eternity,
All messengers brought the call of eternal piety.
From every height, the call of submission rings,
The ultimate wisdom lies in the submission it brings.
The Prophet’s pride was in His bond with the Divine,
And hidden in His actions was this truth, sublime.

He was the renowned King, beloved by the Lord,
Every gesture of His, eternal and adored.
He was never arrogant, nor proud in His mission,
Whenever He spoke, it was in humble submission.
He made His bond with the Divine His utmost care,
And gave the message of servitude, so pure and rare.

The formation of livelihood has been established,
The perfection of the faith has been completed.
The verses of the Divine have been revealed,
The message to the world has been sealed.
Humanity's perfect example lies in the Prophet,
In this caravan of life, the Prophet is the ultimate destination.
The map of the righteous still shines today,
The character of the Prophet remains protected, come what may.
People still hear His words, still feel His presence near,
The realm of light is still visible, clear.

— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Charcha Har Anjuman Mein, Jo Unki Ada Ka Hai - TheLegend.NFAK

What is this restlessness of day and night, this bliss of eternity?
Except for the love of the Prophet (pbuh), what flows from these eyes with such clarity?

Why do the distances from the city of Muhammad (pbuh) never shrink?
I often wonder, what lies between us in this sacred link?

My dwelling is safe, for His grace still endures,
I was but naive, unaware of the paths, the trials, the cures.
Yet my Protector, the Compassionate, preserved my honour pure,
He never allowed me to falter, He kept me secure.

The door to His presence is never closed to the forsaken,
It always remains open, for mercy is never mistaken.

My refuge stands intact, His grace ever enduring,
Had it not been for my courage, my strength would be failing, unsure and blurring.

To one who feels the gentle drizzle of his Prophet’s (pbuh) name,
What use is the shelter of a dark cloud, or the tempest’s claim?

The banners of His glory unfold, surpassing even Sidra’s height,
What are the heavens and the earth, what are realms of time and light?

— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Yeh Roz-o-Shab Ki Betabi, Yeh Lutf-e-Jaan - TheLegend.NFAK

Fikr-e-manzil hai na hosh-e-jada-e-manzil mujhe
Jaa raha hoon jis taraf le jaa raha hai dil mujhe

I care not for the destination, nor the path I should take,
For I am led by my heart, wherever it may break.

Kisi se meri manzil ka pata paaya nahi jaata
Jahaan man hun farishton se wahaan jaaya nahi jaata

No soul can reveal where my true journey lies,
Where I dwell, even angels' wings cannot rise.

Hadd-e-kunfikan se guzar gaya
Hadd-e-lamakaan se guzar gaya

Beyond the bounds of being, I have flown,
Through infinite realms, where time is unknown.

Teri justuju mein khabar nahi
Main kahaan kahaan se guzar gaya

In search of you, I’ve lost all trace,
Through countless lands, I’ve wandered in grace.

Kabhi misl-e-mauj-e-hawa-e-gul
Kabhi bann ke dood-e-fughan-e-dil

At times, like a breeze with the rose’s scent,
At times, like smoke from a heart’s lament.

Tere shauk-e-deed mein baarha
Tere aastaan se guzar gaya

In the passion of your gaze, again and again,
I’ve crossed your threshold, through joy and pain.

Yeh toh apna apna hai hausla
Yeh to apni apni udaan hai

This is each one’s courage, bold and bright,
This is one’s own flight, through day and night.

Koi ud ke reh gaya baam tak
Koi kehkashaan se guzar gaya

Some soared high to the roof’s embrace,
While others passed through galaxies in grace.

Shab-e-hijr has ke guzaar li
Gham-e-ishq dil se laga liya

I spent the night of separation, with a smile so true,
And in love’s sorrow, my heart found its hue.

Mere jazbe shauk ki daad de
Main har inteha se guzar gaya

Praise my thirst, my longing deep,
Through every limit, my soul did leap.

Woh makaam dair o haram bane
Wahīn sab ki gardanein kham hui

That place of temple and mosque, now one,
Where every neck in devotion was undone.

Wahīn sar basajda hui jabeen
Tu jahaan jahaan se guzar gaya

There, the forehead bowed in humble grace,
And you passed through every realm, in time and space.

— Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

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