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Aukhi ghadi na dekhan deyi

ਧਨਾਸਰੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ ॥
धनासरी महला ५ ॥
Ḏẖanāsrī mėhlā 5.
Dhanaasaree, Fifth Mehl:

ਅਉਖੀ ਘੜੀ ਨ ਦੇਖਣ ਦੇਈ ਅਪਨਾ ਬਿਰਦੁ ਸਮਾਲੇ ॥
अउखी घड़ी न देखण देई अपना बिरदु समाले ॥
Aukẖī gẖaṛī na ḏekẖaṇ ḏeī apnā biraḏ samāle.
He does not let His devotees see the difficult times; this is His innate nature.

ਹਾਥ ਦੇਇ ਰਾਖੈ ਅਪਨੇ ਕਉ ਸਾਸਿ ਸਾਸਿ ਪ੍ਰਤਿਪਾਲੇ ॥੧॥
हाथ देइ राखै अपने कउ सासि सासि प्रतिपाले ॥१॥
Hāth ḏee rākẖai apne kao sās sās parṯipāle. ||1||
Giving His hand, He protects His devotee; with each and every breath, He cherishes him. ||1||

ਪ੍ਰਭ ਸਿਉ ਲਾਗਿ ਰਹਿਓ ਮੇਰਾ ਚੀਤੁ ॥
प्रभ सिउ लागि रहिओ मेरा चीतु ॥
Parabẖ sio lāg rahio merā cẖīṯ.
My consciousness remains attached to God.

ਆਦਿ ਅੰਤਿ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਸਦਾ ਸਹਾਈ ਧੰਨੁ ਹਮਾਰਾ ਮੀਤੁ ॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
आदि अंति प्रभु सदा सहाई धंनु हमारा मीतु ॥ रहाउ ॥
Āḏ anṯ parabẖ saḏā sahāī ḏẖan hamārā mīṯ. Rahāo.
In the beginning, and in the end, God is always my helper and companion; blessed is my friend. ||Pause||

ਮਨਿ ਬਿਲਾਸ ਭਏ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਕੇ ਅਚਰਜ ਦੇਖਿ ਬਡਾਈ ॥
मनि बिलास भए साहिब के अचरज देखि बडाई ॥
Man bilās bẖae sāhib ke acẖraj ḏekẖ badāī.
My mind is delighted, gazing upon the marvelous, glorious greatness of the Lord and Master.

ਹਰਿ ਸਿਮਰਿ ਸਿਮਰਿ ਆਨਦ ਕਰਿ ਨਾਨਕ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਪੂਰਨ ਪੈਜ ਰਖਾਈ ॥੨॥੧੫॥੪੬॥
हरि सिमरि सिमरि आनद करि नानक प्रभि पूरन पैज रखाई ॥२॥१५॥४६॥
Har simar simar ānaḏ kar Nānak parabẖ pūran paij rakẖāī. ||2||15||46||
Remembering, remembering the Lord in meditation, Nanak is in ecstasy; God, in His perfection, has protected and preserved his honor. ||2||15||46||

Aukhi Ghadi (Alaap version)

ਫਰੀਦਾ ਗਲੀਏ ਚਿਕੜੁ ਦੂਰਿ ਘਰੁ ਨਾਲਿ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਨੇਹੁ ॥
ਹੇ ਫਰੀਦ! (ਵਰਖਾ ਦੇ ਕਾਰਨ) ਗਲੀ ਵਿਚ ਚਿੱਕੜ ਹੈ, (ਇਥੋਂ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਦਾ) ਘਰ ਦੂਰ ਹੈ (ਪਰ) ਪਿਆਰੇ ਨਾਲ (ਮੇਰਾ) ਪਿਆਰ (ਬਹੁਤ) ਹੈ ।
Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.

ਚਲਾ ਤ ਭਿਜੈ ਕੰਬਲੀ ਰਹਾਂ ਤ ਤੁਟੈ ਨੇਹੁ ॥੨੪॥
 ਜੇ ਮੈਂ (ਪਿਆਰੇ ਨੂੰ ਮਿਲਣ) ਜਾਵਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਮੇਰੀ ਕੰਬਲੀ ਭਿੱਜਦੀ ਹੈ, ਜੇ (ਵਰਖਾ ਤੇ ਚਿੱਕੜ ਤੋਂ ਡਰਦਾ) ਨਾਹ ਜਾਵਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਮੇਰਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਟੁੱਟਦਾ ਹੈ ।੨੪।
If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||

Bhagat Sheikh Fareed Ji in Salok Fareed Jee - 1379

(Puratan Bandish) Naal Pyare Neho - Baba Jagjit Singh Ji

Sung after Sukhmani Sahib path at home. 

25031 - Live Sukhmani Sahib at Home

Two Shloks by Guru Arjan

25042 Alaye concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Alaye - Guru Nanak - fast

25043 - Tu Sun Harna Kaleya - concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Tu Sun Harna Kaleya - Guru Nanak

25041 - Baishno Az Ney - concept-02

Beshno az ney chon hekaayat mikonad
Listen to the ney (flute) as it tells a tale 

Az jodaayee ha shekaayat mi-konad
Of seperations it is complaining



The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Baishno Az Ney - From Rumi's Masnavi

25044 - Sun Charkhe di mithi mithi - concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Sun Charkhe di mithi mithi - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

25039 - Murli Baaj Uthi Anghaataan - Bulleh Shah concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Murli Baaj Uthi Anghaataan - Bulleh Shah

25038 - Dhan Dhan O Raam Ben Baajai - concept-03

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Dhan Dhan O Raam Ben Baajai - Bhagat Namdev

25045 - Khabar-e-tahhaiyyur-e-ishq - concept-01

More on this ghazal: https://www.shivpreetsingh.com/2021/03/khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq-sun-lyrics-and.html

Khabar-e-tahhaiyyur-e-ishq Sun - Siraj Aurangabadi

Kirtan - Bhai Ghulam Muhammed Chand Ji & Bhai Surdarshan Singh Ji

01 Dhrupad

An unplanned meditation with Muriel Anderson, one of world's foremost fingerguitarist. Photograph by the amazingly talented Bryan Allen.

Audio

Unplanned Meditation

Unplanned Mool Mantra (ft. Muriel Anderson)

Elixir Of Malkauns (Instrumental ft. Jeremy Marais)

Saas Saas Simro Gobind by Shivpreet Singh
Album released in 2016
Saxophone: Jeremy Marais, Cello: Suellen Primost
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2mBNMtBGvqQWZD4o3kpK7q

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