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Asan Ishq

Asaan Ishq namaaz jadon neeti ay,
Tadon bhul gaye mandar maseeteeay,

Jhangar kanon jhungar changa,
Jaihn wich lakan kuttay,
Taykan utay,

Mullah kanoon kukar changa,
Jeera yaar jagaway sutay,
Taykan utay,

Babhan kanoon kalal changa,
Jeera khari peya vi chukay,
Taykan utay,

Ve miyan bulleya chal yaar mana lay,
Nae tay bazi lay gaye kuttay,
Uaykan utay,

Mullah choor day ilm kitaban da,
Awaen chukeyae baar azaban da,
Wojo karkay shook sharaban da,
Taday andar bahar paleetee ay.

Asaan ishq namaaz jadon neetee ay,
Tadoon bhul gaye mandar maseeteay.

Kawan day bachay hans na honday,
Toray mooti choog chugaeay hoo,
Koray phoo na mithay honday,
Toray so man khand da paeay hoo,

Taykon Ka'abay day wich paya noor dissay,
Saday but-khanay wich Huzoor wasay,

Sab nayray taykon door wasay,
Taydi neeyat wich badneetee ay,

Asaan Ishq Namaaz jadon neetee ay,
Tadon bhul gaye mandar maseeteeay.

Tussan uchay tusandi zaat uchi,
Tussan Uch shahar day rahan walay,
Asaan kasoori, sadi zaat kasoori,
Asaan shaher Kasoor day rahan walay.

Bulleh nach ke yaar manaya ay,
Sara dil da kufar gawaya ay.

Apnay dil ka maqsad paya ay,
Jadon nazar inayat keetee ay,
Asaan ishq namaaz jadon neetee ay,
Tadon bhul gaye mandar maseeteeay.
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Asan Ishq

When ishq becomes the prayer,
Then I forget about temples and mosques,

Bells ring in my ears,
I feel like a dog,
I bark,

The Mullah is a dog,
When my beloved wakes me up,
I bark,

The Brahmin is a butcher,
When I drink the holy water,
I bark,

O Miyan Bulleh, come and convince my beloved,
Or else the dogs will take me away,
I bark,

Mullah, leave your books,
You will suffer,
You drink wine and pretend to be pious,
You are a hypocrite.

When ishq becomes the prayer,
Then I forget about temples and mosques.

Whose children are not innocent,
Your pearls have been stolen,
Your flowers are not sweet,
You have lost your sugar,

You have found light in the Kaaba,
My idol is in my heart,

You are all far away,
Your intentions are bad,

When ishq becomes the prayer,
Then I forget about temples and mosques.

You are high and mighty,
You live in the city of Uch,
I am a Kasoori, my caste is low,
I live in the city of Kasoor.

Bulleh danced and convinced his beloved,
He removed the kufr from his heart.

He found his heart's desire,
When he received the glance of grace,
When ishq becomes the prayer,
Then I forget about temples and mosques.
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