Hey, Rise up!
You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;
At this hour of fleeting time,
Sleep is required no more.

Where is the Great Alexander?
Death neither spares Prophets nor Saints;
All left this evanescent abode one by one,
Nothing is undying in this fragile world.

You would yield, what you would strive for;
Or you would suffer for slip-ups and indiscretions.
You would cry (for your Love) like a dumped Heron;
Wingless you would be; how would you fly then? -

Bullah, There is nothing except Shah (God) ,
Neither in this world nor in the world to come;
Tread prudently in this world (of darkness and illusions) ,
The time once missed, would recur no more.

Hey, Rise up!
You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;
At this hour of fleeting time,
Sleep is required no more.


Translated
From BABA BULLEH SHAH’S
Great Piece of Sufi Poetry
(Utth Jaag)
Utth Jaag GhuRraaRray maar Nahi
Aey Saun Teray darkaar Nahi…


Nov 16,2008

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

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