Jindri lutti tain yaar (Song)

Beautiful song which is actually based on sufi poetry <3 this is OST of Pakistani drama "Ek nazar meri taraf" sung by Waqar Ali

Sufi Poetry by Baba Farid Ganj Shakar

Plants the "jat" and "Babul" trees,
expects the reap of grapes!
Spends whole life in spinning wool.
and wants to chape the silks!?

As if Wood is loaf of mine
Hunger is my curry.
Those who eat the buttered bread
shall taste grief and worry.

Care not I if youth is past
If the love of Lord endures
Many, a loveless youth has withered
love, the real youth ensures!

Day long in mundane pursuits
night long in deep slumber
God will call you to account
what will then you, render?

Lord save me from knocking doors
begging from the man
If you have to force me do so
better end my life span.

In broad day light death raided
the fortress of a chief.
it razed the walls and sacke the heart
extinguished both the lamps.

Prayer mat on the shoulder
balck-robe on his body
dagger like his heart but
honey like address.
Moonlight his exterior
And pitch dark is his soul
Fie! On Worldly saint!

Not a drop of blood will yield
bosy of a saint.
Deep emersed in dye of God
He bears no other stain.

Seek you pearls in rivers clean
And not in muddy ponds.
What will you get from turgid pools
except slimied hands?

Fall not in love with houses high

with castles big and strong

when dust, immeasured, covers you
no friends by you will throng!

Poetry By Baba Farid Ganj Shakar...

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  It's a mystery deep and baffling

Worldly life a hidden fire

Allah has done me favour

else I too would have burnt entire

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  Had I known my grip would slip

I would hold Him faster

None is greater than my Lord

In this world and farther

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  Look Farid! At by past

your beard is hoary grey

the future is so near you

the past is far away.

• Ah Farid! those winsome eyes

Captivating worlds

In the hey-day they couldn't bear weight of kajal-lines

I have seen in them have brooded

In broad day light- birds!

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  Farid if love is born of greed

Call it not love but lust

A roof of grass in pouring rain

crumbles down and must!

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  Rambling through thorny jungles

seekest thou the Lord?

Vain is the quest of thine, for sure,

Dwells in hearts, The Lord!