Abida Parveen sings “teray ishq nachaya..”

As I recited Bulleh Shah’s poetry this evening, a friend sent a link to another video of Abida Parveen singing Bulleh’s mystic poetry in her inimitable style. Lo and behold, I also found an online translation of the verse (see below after the video).

Here is a translation of the verse rendered in this video:

O Physician, come back! my life is ebbing away.
Compelled by love, I dance, I dance.

This love has set up camp inside me.
It is I, who filled the cup with this poison and drank it.
Come back right away, else, I will surely die.
Compelled by love, I dance, I dance.

The sun has set, its glow remains.
Grant me a sight of you again! I would die for it!
What a mistake I made, not going with you.
Compelled by love I dance, I dance.

Mother do not bar me from this love.
Whoever turns back unloaded boats that have left?
How foolish I was, not going with the boatman.
Compelled by love I dance, I dance.

Peacocks sing in the groves of love.
My beautiful beloved is my Ka’ba, my Qibla.
He injured me, then turned away.
Compelled by love I dance, I dance.

Bullhe Shah, I sit at Inayat’s door,
He clothed me in robes of green and red.
When I stamped my heel, I found him.
Compelled by love I dance, I dance.


For another version of Punjabi and English, please click here.

Bulleh Shah and Abida Parveen

Bulleh Shah’s timeless verse has been celeberated by several artists but it is Abida Parveen the immensely gifted singer,  a bit of dervish herself, who has celebrated Bulleh’s poetry to the fullest. Perhaps in the spirit of magic and mystical abandon with which Bulleh mused and uttered these lines…

Here is something that I came across today – I have been listening to this piece for years but to see it on youtube – so easily accessible – with half decent subtitles was exciting to say the least.

And, in the state of depression that every Pakistani has been since the Karachi carnage this was even more soothing. Not that the wounds will be healed so soon.

Bravo, Abida-ji for infusing so many dimensions to this immortal poetry..