Текст и перевод песни Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Alif Allah Chambe Dee Booti

Alif Allah Chambe Dee Booti

Nafee asbaat da pane jitda, Har rage harjae hoo.
Andar booti mushk machaya, Jaan phullan te aae hoo
Jeeve Kaamil Murshid "Bahu", Jis eh booti laee hoo
ਅਲਿਫ਼ ਅੱਲਾਹ ਚੰਬੇ ਦੀ ਬੂਟੀ, ਮੁਰਸ਼ਿਦ ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਲਾਈ ਹੂ
ਨਫੀ ਅਸਬਾਤ ਦਾ ਪਾਣੀ ਜੀਤੜਾ, ਹਰ ਰਗੇ ਹਰਜਾਈ ਹੂ
ਅੰਦਰ ਬੂਟੀ ਮੁਸ਼ਕ ਮਚਾਇਆ, ਜਾਨ ਫੁੱਲਣ ਤੇ ਆਈ ਹੂ
ਜੀਵੇ ਕਾਮਿਲ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਿਦ "ਬਾਹੂ", ਜਿਸ ਏਹ ਬੂਟੀ ਲਾਈ ਹੂ
My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah′s Name.
Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God,
The Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core.
-When the Buds of Mystery Unfolded Into the Blossoms of Revelation,
My Entire Being Was Filled with God's Fragrance.
-May the Perfect Master Who Planted this Jasmine in My Heart Be Ever Blessed, O Bahu!
Eh tan meraa ankhyan hove,, te Murshid wekh na rajjaan hoo.
Loon loon de wich lakh lakh chashmaan, te main Ik kholaan ik kajjaan hoo.
Itniaan dithiaan mainu sabar naa aave, te main len kide wall bhajjaan hoo.
Murshid daa deedaar ve "Baahoo", mainu Lakh karorhaan hajjaan hoo.
ਇਹ ਤਨ ਮੇਰਾ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਹੋਵੇ, ਤੇ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਿਦ ਵੇਖ ਨਾ ਰੱਜਾ ਹੂ
ਲੂ-ਲੂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਲੱਖ ਲੱਖ ਚਸ਼ਮਾਂ, ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਇਕ ਖੋਲਾਂ ਇਕ ਕੱਜਾਂ ਹੂ
ਇਤਨਾ ਡਿਠਿਆਂ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਸਬਰ ਨਾ ਆਵੇ, ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਲੈਣ ਕਿਦੇ ਵੱਲ ਭੱਜਾਂ ਹੂ
ਮੁਰਸ਼ਿਦ ਦਾ ਦੀਦਾਰ ਵੇ ਬਾਹੂ, ਮੈਨੂੰ ਲੱਖ ਕਰੋੜਾਂ ਹੱਜਾ ਹੂ
Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal.
O, how I wish that every pore of my body, Would turn into a million eyes –
Then, as some closed to blink, others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him,
Might remain unquestioned. What else am I to do?
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master,
Is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka′ba!
Imaan salaamat har koi Mangda, ishq salaamat koi hoo
Managwan Imaan sharmaavan ishqon, Mere Dil noon ghairat laai hoo
Jis manzil nu ishq puchaave, Imaan nu khabar na kai hoo
Mera Ishq salaamat rakheen "Bahoo", Main imaano deva duhai hoo
ਈਮਾਨ ਸਲਾਮਤ ਹਰ ਕੋਈ ਮੰਗਦਾ, ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਸਲਾਮਤ ਕੋਈ ਹੂ
ਮੰਗਣ ਈਮਾਨ ਸ਼ਰਮਾਵਣ ਇਸ਼ਕੋ, ਮੇਰੇ ਦਿਲ ਨੂੰ ਗ਼ੈਰਤ ਲਾਈ ਹੂ
ਜਿਸ ਮੰਜ਼ਿਲ ਨੂੰ ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਪੋਹਚਾਵੇ, ਈਮਾਨ ਨੂੰ ਖਬਰ ਨਾ ਕਾਈ ਹੂ
ਮੇਰਾ ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਸਲਾਮਤ ਰੱਖੀਂ ਓ "ਬਾਹੂ", ਮੈਂ ਈਮਾਨੋਂ ਦੇਵ ਦੁਹਾਈ ਹੂ
Believers pray to God for the protection of faith,
But few pray for the gift of his love.
I am ashamed at what they ask for,
Even more at what they are willing to yield.
Religion is quite unaware of the spiritual plane,
To which love can raise us.
O Lord, keep my love for you ever fresh,
Says Bahu: I shall mortgage my religion for it.

The Jasmine of Allah's Name

The water of positive attributes I drink, it courses through every vein of my being.
Within, the plant has released its musk, my soul blossoms and comes alive.
May the Perfect Master, "Bahu," live long, he who planted this seed within me.
The Jasmine of Allah's Name, my Master planted it in my heart.
The water of positive attributes I drink, it courses through every vein of my being.
Within, the plant has released its musk, my soul blossoms and comes alive.
May the Perfect Master, "Bahu," live long, he who planted this seed within me.
My Master has planted in my heart the jasmine of Allah's Name.
Both my denial that the creation is real and my embracing of God,
The only Reality, have nourished the seedling down to its core.
When the buds of mystery unfolded into the blossoms of revelation,
My entire being was filled with God's fragrance.
May the Perfect Master who planted this jasmine in my heart be ever blessed, O Bahu!
If my whole body were eyes, I would still never tire of gazing upon my Master.
Millions upon millions of eyes in every pore, and I would open one while closing another.
Even having seen so much, my thirst is not quenched, where else can I run to?
A glimpse of my Master, O Bahu, is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka'ba!
If my whole body were eyes, I would still never tire of gazing upon my Master.
Millions upon millions of eyes in every pore, and I would open one while closing another.
Even having seen so much, my thirst is not quenched, where else can I run to?
A glimpse of my Master, O Bahu, is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka'ba!
Were my whole body festooned with eyes,
I would gaze at my Master with untiring zeal.
O, how I wish that every pore of my body, would turn into a million eyes –
Then, as some closed to blink, others would open to see!
But even then my thirst to see him,
Might remain unquestioned. What else am I to do?
To me, O Bahu, a glimpse of my Master,
Is worth millions of pilgrimages to the holy Ka′ba!
Everyone asks for faith to be protected, but few ask for the protection of love.
Faith is ashamed of love's requests, my heart feels a sense of honor.
The destination where love leads, faith has no knowledge of it.
Protect my love, O "Bahu," I plead with faith itself.
Everyone asks for faith to be protected, but few ask for the protection of love.
Faith is ashamed of love's requests, my heart feels a sense of honor.
The destination where love leads, faith has no knowledge of it.
Protect my love, O "Bahu," I plead with faith itself.
Believers pray to God for the protection of faith,
But few pray for the gift of his love.
I am ashamed at what they ask for,
Even more at what they are willing to yield.
Religion is quite unaware of the spiritual plane,
To which love can raise us.
O Lord, keep my love for you ever fresh,
Says Bahu: I shall mortgage my religion for it.