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Ik Nukte Vich Gahl Mukdi E .....


Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.

PhaR nukta, CHoR hisaabaaN nu,
Kar door kufar diyaaN baabaaN nu,
Laah dozakh gor azaabaaN nu,
Kar saaf dile diyaaN khaabaaN nu,
Gahl aise ghar vich DHukdi e,
Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.

AeveN matha zameeN ghasaaeeda,
Lahma pa mahiraab dikhaai da.
PaR kalma lok hasaai da,
Dil aNdar samajh na liaai da.
Kadi baat sachi vi lukdi e,
Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.

Kai haaji ban ban aaye ji,
Gal neele jaame paaye ji,
Haj vech take lae khaaye ji,
Bhala ih gahl keehnu bhaaye ji,
Kadi baat sachi vi lukdi e,
Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.

Ik jaNgal bahireeN jaaNde ni,
Ik daana roz le khaaNde ni.
Besamajh vajood thakaaNde ni,
Ghar aavan ho ke maaNde ni.
AeveN chiliyaaN vich jiNd sukhdi e,]
Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.

PhaR murshad aabad khudaai ho,
Vich masti beparvaahi ho,
Be khaahash be navaai ho,
Vich dil de khoob safaai ho.
Bulha, baat sachi kadoN rukdi eh,
Ik nukte vich gahl mukdi e.
 

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Login to find out (December 6, 2005 at 10:35pm)
this in one of my favs....Abida Parveen sang this...it was awesome
 
Login to find out (October 17, 2005 at 12:16pm)
Nuqta (point) is nothing if we dont understand it, and everything, if we do.
In my opinion, it's a divine secret....perhaps ism-e-azam, who knows.
I believe it's that truth which makes a man, MAN!
What i have said is my own perception, I would love to have an opportunity of reading your research on this complex subject and look forward to your comments.
 
Login to find out (October 15, 2005 at 1:49pm)
At this one point, all talk ends.

Hold tight to this point, forget your calculations,
Leave the miserable state of unbelief,
Do not torment yourself with the fear of death and hell,
For these are imaginary fears.
Only into such a house will truth the enter.
At this one point, all talk ends.

For no reason you abrade your forehead on the ground,
You display your reverence at the mehraab,
You recite the kalma to impress a listener,
But knowledge does not enter your heart.
Can the truth stay hidden?
At this one point, all talk ends.

Many return from Mecca as hajjis,
With blue shawls across their shoulders.
They profit from haj ,
Who can admire such behavior?
Can the truth stay hidden?
At this one point, all talk ends.

Some withdraw to the forest,
Eat a single grain a day.
They exhaust their bodies foolishly,
And return home in bad shape,
Their life sucked dry with useless fasting and prayer.
At this one point, all talk ends.

Hold fast to your murshid,
Become a devotee of all creation,
Intoxicated, carefree,
Without desire, indifferent to the world,
Let your heart be fully clean.
Says Bulha, can the truth then be stopped?

At this one point, all talk ends.