dil waale bose udaao maddham si hansi girao
buth kyun bane pade ho rindh sa mahek jaao
kaath me gaad do killi maachis par ghis do tilli
yu to pheeki thi hawa maine kaifi kar daali
paunchh ghaflat ki laali bajao zor se taali

gam ko de dena gaali bajaao zor se taali
taali ke baad taali bajaao zor se taali

hai saat makaan sargam ke inme rehte sufi hai
mere yaar hai, dildaar hai
rooh ki tafri, zam-zam ki gaar hai
har dhun ko ishqe waali phasle baati hai
hotho se sehla-sehla nazani ki baaliya kaati hai

ha bulla ke harfo par marne wali bawli matwali
bajao zor se taali
ha Shehad ki shehar waali bajao zor se taali
taali ke baad taali bajao zor se taali


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aasma tak thi pareshani
geeto ka itt laga apni khudi hai pehchani
???? nadi mausaki ho to
maujo ke baap ke maali bajao zor se taali
taali ke baad taali bajao zor se taali

Soch khud ka hunar dil se nikalti ye daad hai
Soch khud ka hunar dil se nikalti ye daad hai
ye qawalli wali baat hai purani dilli ki baraat hai

gila nahi jo mila nahi kaaba tarif ka dikha nahi
gila nahi jo mila nahi kaaba tarif ka dikha nahi
bulbul tha maajhi mera kaala majhi
nahi ban paaya main phir se haaji

bula lo khuda, bula lo qaazi
nikaah ke liye khudai ko kar lunga main raazi
main mehfil ka mawaali bajao zor se taali

paunchh ghaflat ki laali bajaao zor se taali
ha taali ke baad taali bajao zor se taali

Kiss the heart's breath, let laughter softly fall,
Why stand as statues? Bloom, like a fragrant shawl.
Drive the nail deep, strike the match's spark,
The air, once pale, I’ve painted with a mark
Of joy. Wipe the blush of heedless sleep,
Clap your hands, let the secrets leap.
Curse the sorrow, let the anger seep,
Clap your hands, let the heavens weep.
After the clap, another clap's embrace,
Clap your hands, find joy in this sacred space.

Seven houses hold the notes' sweet strain,
Where Sufis dwell, easing every pain.
My friend, my beloved, a treasure to hold,
A soul's delight, a story to be told.
The Zam-Zam well, a garden for the soul,
Love's music shared, making spirits whole.
From lips that soothe, the earrings softly graze,
Upon Bulleh Shah's words, a heart ablaze,
A madwoman in love, wild in her glee,
Clap your hands, for eternity!
The city of honey, a sweet, flowing tide,
Clap your hands, let nothing hide.
After the clap, another clap's decree,
Clap your hands, for all to see.

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Trouble reached the skies above,
Songs built this self, recognizing love.
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If music's a river, the waves' father's care,
Clap your hands, let the melodies share.
After the clap, another clap's prayer,
Clap your hands, in the listening air.
Thinking of the self, skill from the heart's core,
Thinking of the self, skill from the heart's core,
This is a Qawwali's heart, an old Delhi's lore.

No grievance felt, for what I haven't found,
The Kaaba's praise, a place where grace is crowned.
My nightingale was lost, my sailor, black as night,
Failed to be a pilgrim, in fading light.
Call God, call the Judge, let the words resound,
I'll accept divinity to marriage, I'm bound.
A rogue in the gathering, I'll find my release,
Clap your hands, and let the spirit increase.
Wipe the blush of heedless sleep,
Clap your hands, secrets to keep.
After the clap, another clap's decree,
Clap your hands, for all eternity.