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عنوان شاھ جو رسالو
شارح / محقق ايلسا قاضي
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ڇپجڻ جي تاريخ 2000-01-01
ايڊيشن 1

سر ڪلياڻ

Chapter I
1

The One Creator, the all greats;
Lord of the universe
The living, the original;
Ruler with power innate;
The giver, the sustainer,
the unique , compassionate;
This master praise, to Him alone
Thy self in praise prostrate..
The generous, who does create
the universe in pairs.

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2

None shares His glory, "He was is, shall be "who this doth say
Accepts Mohammad as 'guide' with heart and love's true sway;
None from amongst those lost their way or ever went astray.

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3

“He is without a partner”, when this glorious news you break
With love and knowledge, Mohammad accept as cause him take
Why would you then obeisance make to others after that?

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4

From One, many to being came; 'many' but Oneness is;
Don't get confounded, Reality is 'One',
this truth don't miss Commotions vast display
All this I vow, of Loved one is.

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5

The Echo and the call are same,
if you sound's secret knew,
They both were one,
But two became only when "hearing" came.

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6

A thousand doors and windows too,
the palace has, but see;
Wherever I might go or be
Master confronts me there!

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7

If you have learnt to long, by pain be not distressed
Secret of love's sorrow must be
never confessed
Suffering is by the heart caressed, and there it is preserved.

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8

The poison-drinking lovers, lured by poison sweet,
Drink more and more; To bitterness of fatal cup,
the poison-drinkers are inured,
Though wounds are festering, and uncured,
No whispers to the vulgar goes.

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9

All from Beloved's side is sweet whatever He gives to you.
There is no bitter, if you knew the secret how to taste.

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10

There is a call to gallows, friends, will any of you go?
Those who do talk of love may Know to gallows they must speed.

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11

If you a draught desire
to tavern find your way;
Thy head do sever, and that head beside the barrel lay;
Only when you this price do pay then few cups you may quaff.

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12

The genuine lover, for his head care and concern has none;
He cuts it off joins it with breath as gift then hands it on;
Carves down to shoulders, form loved one then begs for love's return.

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13

To guard and to preserve the head, the lover's business is not this.
One of beloved's glance is worth so many hundreds head of his,
Flesh, skin and bone, and all there is , the 'least ' of loved one , equals not.

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سر يمن ڪلياڻ

Chapter-I
1

Thou art the friend; the healer thou;
For every pain the remedy;
Cure for my heart, thy voice alone
the only cure it is for me;
The reason why I call for thee
is none can cure my heart but thou.

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Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV
Chapter-V

سر کنڀات

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر سورٺ

Chapter-I
Chapter-II

سر آسا

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر پرڀاتي

Chapter-I

سر رامڪلي

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر کاھوڙي

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر پورب

Chapter-I
Chapter-II

سر بلاول

Chapter-I
Chapter-II

سر سارنگ

Chapter-I
1

Warm preparations are again in progress everywhere;
Again the lightning's have begun to leap with arduous flare;
Some towards Istanbul do dive, some to the West repair;
Some over China glitter, some of Samarqand take care;
Some wander to Byzantium, Kabul, some to Kandahar fare;
Some lie on Delhi, Deccan, some reach Girnar, thundering there
And greens on Bikaner pour those that jump from Jaisalmer
Some Bhuj have soaked, others descent on Dhat with gentle air,
Those crossing Umerkot have made the fields fertile and fair;
O God, may ever you on Sindh bestow abundance rare;
Beloved! all the world let share thy grace, and fruitful be.

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Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر سريراڳ

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر سامونڊي

Chapter-I
1

Lady, at moorings do remain;
and so prevent the mariners,
From plunging you in sudden pain
by setting sail all suddenly.

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Chapter-II

سر ڪاموڏ

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر سسئي آبري

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV
Chapter-V

سر ديسي

Chapter-I

سر ڪوھياري

Chapter-I
Chapter-II

سر معذوري

Chapter-I
Chapter-II

سر حسيني

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر ليلا چنيسر

Chapter-I

سر مومل راڻو

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر بروو سنڌي

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر ڏھر

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV

سر گهاتو

Chapter-I
1

Even the wise confounded got
and heroes lost their wits
Those who went out to face the sea,
were caught by current's plot;
Of “Ebb and tide”, they all forgot
what they had learnt before.

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سر ڪاپائتي

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر رپ

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر ڪارايل

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III

سر مارئي

Chapter-I
Chapter-II
Chapter-III
Chapter-IV
Chapter-V
Chapter-VI

سر سھڻي

Chapter-I
1

Currents have their velocity,
rivers their speed possess-
But where there's love, a different rush
its currents do express,
And those that love fathomless ness,
are steeped in depth of thought.

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Chapter-II
Chapter-III
17

The sun is setting, and the crows
in trees at rest now are;
The call for prayers Sohni hears
and she picks up the jar,
To float across the river far,
and see where Sahar is.

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Chapter-IV
Chapter-V
Chapter-VI
vaayi

On what count am I here? O why bereft of loved ones face?
You preach: Deflect from sin, but I your virtue do deny.
Moral control I do not need nor do for music sigh.
Keep closed your lips, and from within yourself you'll beautify.
These that on 'Top' of waters flow are bubbles that belie.
Feed on selflessness, for your love Mincemeat to be, then try.
If headlong into dirt you rush yourself, you'll purify.
Naught does possess more wealth than dust nothing with dust can vie.
Who runs by stirrup of the guide the other side will spy.
Falcon, pick up your greedy self and fly with it on high.
Don't lose sigh of the friends, walking in veils that mystify.
More than Oneness in love, is like splitting two-lettered tie.
Those who do long for wine of love with purest them supply.
These ravings are the vain reply of tortured, sickly one.
On what count, am, I here oh! why? Bereft of loved ones face.

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