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Abida Parveen( Queen of Sufi Music )
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Bhala Hua Meri Matki
Bhala Hua Meri Matki Phoot Gayee Mein to Paneeyan Bharan se Chhoot Gayee
Thank you O Lord! that this pitcher is broken. No more filling it up, No guards now and worries none
Bura Jo Daikhan Mein Chala, Bura na Mileya KoeJo Dil Khoja Apna, to Mujh sa Bura na Koe
When I went in search of faulty ones, I found none, When I looked into my own heart,
None were faultier than me.
Yeh to Ghar Hai Prem ka, Khala Ka Ghar Nae Sees Utaarey bhuen Dharey, Kat Baitthe Ghar Mahin
Beware! This is the abode of Pure Love, Nothing to do with name and forms, Enter here humbled, devoid of pride, Only then you may take your seat here.
Haman hai Ishq Mastana Haman ko Hosheyari kya Rahay Azaad Ya Jag Se Haman Duniya Se Yaari Kya
I am bursting with love, Why do I need to be careful? Being free in the world, What of the worlds friendship do I need?
Kehna Tha so Keh Diya Ab Kachhu Kaha Na Jaaye Aik Gaya so Ja Raha Darya Lehr Samae
What had to be said has been said There is nothing left to say If one leaves, so he may The Wave too shall blend into the RIver
Lali more lal ki, Jit Daikhan tit lal. Lali Daikhan main gayi, so Main bhi ho gayi lal
I see the Divine light inside, outside, and everywhere. By looking constantly at the divine light of God Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com even I have become godly.
Hans hans kunt na paya Jin paya tin roye Haansi khaeley Peeya Mile to Kon Suhagan Hoe
No one realizes his Beloved while enjoying worldly pleasures Those who realize God, did so by feeling pangs of separation If one were able to realize God while involved in enjoyment Then who will remain unfortunate?
Ja Ko raaton Saayian Maar sake na koi. Baal na baanka kar sake Jo Jag Bairi hoe
No one can ever slay a man under God's protection. Nor a hair on his head be touched even if the world opposes him
Prem na Baazi Upjey Prem Na Haath Bitae Raja Parja Jis Ruche, Sees Deyi Lae Jae
Love is not grown in the field, and it is not sold in the market But a king or a pauper would Offer their head to acquire it.
Sukhiya sab sansar hai, Khaye aur soye Dukhiya das kabir hai, Jaage aur roye
The world is joyfull That eats, drinks and is in peace Fated but is poor Kabir (the seeker) Stays awake and weeps
Jo Kachu Kiya so Tum Kiya Mein Kuch Kiya Nahi. Kahe Koi Jo Mein Kiya, Tum Hi Thae Mujh Mahi.
What I achieved was due to you, Oh Lord For I did nothing on my own accord If one were to claim credit for ones deed It was all due to your guidance
Tasawwuf at 5: 30 AM
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