I’m addicted to Nusrat’s voice and inspired by Rumi’s poetry. Nusrat’s piercing voice and Rumi’s mystical poetry have an amazing combination to mesmerize the senses.
Rumi’s poetry flows like a rippling stream and finds a way to pierce into your heart and makes you move within the inner most sanctum. His words have to be understood not as mere words but sources of deep silence, echoes of inner and the inner most songs.
Nusrat’s voice is the fire that burns heart and soul and invokes all the pent up feelings. He makes the singing a passionate offering to God. The sublime of his voice is that he is able to stir up our hearts to resonate with music, so deeply that we ourselves become full partner in that offering.
Rumi-the Great Qalandar, Nusrat-the Great Qawwal: When the two mystics become one in an offering …..expect magic, which is beyond words.
I’m addicted to this heart touching magical composition from the last couple of months.
“Come my beloved come help your Mawlana Rumi; I’m a slave of Shams Tabriz and like a Qalandar I roam”
Na man behooda girde kocha
Wa bazaar megardam
Mazaj-e-ashiqee daram paye
Khudaya rahm kon bar man
Pareeshan waar megardam
Khata karam gonahgaram
Ba hale zaar megardam
Sharabe showq menosham
Ba girde yaar megardam
Sukhan mastana megoyam
Walay hooshyaar megardam
God have mercy on me
I am walking around troubled
I have done wrong and sinned
and am walking around wounded
I have drunk the wine of desire
and am strolling around beloved
Though I may seem drunk
I am quite sober
“Gahe khandam, gahe giryam, gahe aftam, gahe khezam,
Maseeha dar’dilam paida vaman beemar mi gardam.
Biya jana inayat kun wa maulana e Rumi ra,
Gulame Shams Tabrezam qalandar waar mi gardam.”
“Laughing at times, crying at times, falling at times, rising at times,
The savior is at the doorstep of my heart, yet like a sick man I wander.
O Beloved! Come and help your Maulana Rumi
I am a slave of Shams Tabrizi, enraptured I wander.”
Another sublime, which bring tears to my eyes: