Saif-ul-Malook by Mian Muhammad Baksh sung by Abida Parveen

Rehmat da mee paa khudaya, baagh suka ker harya
boota aas umeed meri da ker de meivay bharya

Mitha meva baksh ajeya, qudrat di ghat sheer
jo khavay rog us da jaavay, dur hovay dilgeeri

... sada bahar dein is baaghay kadeen khizaan na aaway,
hovan Faiz hazaaran taaein,her bhukha phal khaavay.

Baal chiragh ishq da mera,Roshan ker day seena
Dil de deevay di roshnai, jaavay wich zameenan.

Awwal hamd sanaa ilaahi, jo maalik her her daa
Us da naam chitaaran waala kisay medan na harda.

Qudrat theen jis baagh bnaye, jag sansaar tamami
Rang barangi bootay laye kuj khaasay kuj aami

Oh Man! (Mian Muhammad Bakhsh_ the Sufi Poet)

Oh man!
Be not dismayed, stand firm and see,
Should many call you mad.
With firmness comes success at last,
Brave men are never sad!

With hope move on, don’t give up hope
‘Tis hope that leads your way
Never give up quest, the Quest’ll hold
It’s everlasting way!
Be not despaired for a moment, who knows,
When the times would change
The beggar’s bowl is always full on
Return from beggar's range.
If sorrow it be that joy gave
And sorrow were its need
Why men forget their sorrow past
When they at last succeed.
The heart which has a little spark
Of feeling in its soul
This tale by me, by the grace of God,
Will lead him to his goal!
(Mian Mohammed Bakhsh)