O wondrous ecstatic eyes, o wondrous long locks, 
O wondrous wine worshipper, o wondrous mischievous sweetheart.

As he draws the sword, I bow my head in prostration so as to be killed,
O wondrous in his beeficence, o wondrous my submission

In the spasm of being killed my eyes beheld your face:
O wondrous benevolence, o wondrous guidance and protestion.

O wondrous amorous teasing, o wondrous beguilding,
O wondrous tilted cap, o wondrous tormentor.

Do not reveal the Truth; in this world blasphemy prevails, Khusrau:
O wondrous Source of mystery, o wondrous Knower of secrets.

Chashme Maste Ajabe by Nusrat Fateh Ali

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

Mera Ay Charkha No Lakha by Nusrat Fateh Ali

Khusro wrote this upon returning to his mother from Nizamuddin Auliya. He talks about how he has found the ideal spiritual "guru" or teacher

Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri
Moray mehboob kay ghar rang hai ri
Sajan milaavra, sajan milaavra,
Sajan milaavra moray aangan ko
Aaj rung hai........
Mohay pir paayo Nijamudin aulia
Nijamudin aulia mohay pir payoo
Des bades mein dhoondh phiree hoon
Toraa rung man bhayo ri......,
Jag ujiyaaro, jagat ujiyaaro,
Main to aiso rang aur nahin dekhi ray
Main to jab dekhun moray sung hai,
Aaj rung hai hey maan rung hai ri.

Translation-

What a glow everywhere I see, Oh mother, what a glow;
I’ve found the beloved, yes I found him,
In my courtyard;
I have found my pir Nizamuddin Aulia.
I roamed around the entire world,
looking for an ideal beloved;
And finally this face has enchanted my heart.
The whole world has been opened for me,
Never seen a glow like this before.
Whenever I see now, he is with me,
Oh beloved, please dye me in yourself;
Dye me in the colour of the spring, beloved;
What a glow, Oh, what a glow.

Aaj Rang Hai by Amir Khusrau - Nusrat Fateh Ali

Urdu Lyrics:
Main lab kusha nahi hoon aur mehre ilteja hu
main mehfil e haram ke aadaab jaanta hu

Koi to aankh waala guzrega is taraf se
Taibah ke raaste me main muntazir khada hu

Ye roshni si kya hai, khushboo kahan se aayi
shayad main chalte chalte ROUZE tak aa gaya hu

Taibah ke sab bhikari pehchante hai mujhko
mujhko khabar nahi thi main is kadar bada hu

Doori o haazri mein ek baat mushtarak hai
kuch khwaab dekhta tha kuch khwaab dekhta hu

Iqbaal mujhko ab bhi mehsus ho raha hai
ke ROUZE ke saamne hu aur naat padh raha hu

Muhammad Daniyal Naeem

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