A tribute to the living legend of sufi music, Abida Parveen.
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Lyrics by Abida Parveen and Hakeem Nasir
Produced, Mixed, Engineered & Mastered
by Muhammad Mahmood Khan
Drums: Saqib Sagheer
Guitars: Muhammad Mahmood Khan
Percussions: Shahzaib Parvez
Bass: Mohsin Khan
Keys: Yourash Parvez
Vocals: Syed Arsalan Shah
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Translation:
You have turned me insane.
You keep on telling me about how it was with strangers.
Look, I have had my own fill, with my kith and kin!
People walk, wary of thorns strewn across the way.
I have suffered enough hurt that I got, being hit with flowers.
Whose concern is it that he has fettered me?
Well,it is just his chattel.He is entitled to hold it wherever he pleases..
Still, my heart craves that he declares at least, “Well, let me recollect.
It is a just a petty thing you see, God knows, where I left it.”
You have turned me insane,
And now every other fellow picks up brickbats to hurl at me..
Come dear, remain in my eyes and I’ll lower my eyelids.
Neither can I see any thing else, nor will I allow you to.
Exquisite love, like mine , does it hold your heart too in thrall ?
Love, just another name for what you have in fact named, as a sentence-to-love.
Does the Basil taste as sweet as the tall and slender date-palm?
It doesn’t give you shade as and when it is hot.
Nor can you grab any fruit whenever you are hungry.
The world has taken to worshipping the big crazy rock.
But does any one worship the millstone lying around in the home?
Even though one relishes the flour that it puts out.
Why sir, do you keep on raining those stones on me?
Haven’t I regarded even you once, as my God Almighty.
Listen to me, darling Am I equal to you?
When you weigh your soul against mine
And find them both equal, you are divine.
Of what avail are kohl or other cosmetics to those eyes
That can not treat others as their own.
A sage craves for knowledge, not for wealth.
And the one who chases wealth, can he be a sage ?
I have seen a strange thing.
The one that performs his pious duties with out fail,
Resorts still, to profane deeds.
Nasir, now smile and pour out to me even the bitterness of life ,
For, in silently bearing misery,
Lies the bliss that nature has endowed us with.