Ramooz-e-Ishq - Abida Parveen

Ho, jee Maula, Maula, Maula, Maula, Maula

Mera Maula, Maula

O my Master!

Main hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein

I am famous for my love affairs

Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein

Much pain and sorrow in being worldly

Woh maey de de, jo pehlay Shibli o Mansoor ko di thee

Give me the wine that you gave before to Shibli and Mansoor

Toh Be-Dam, nisaar-e-Murshid-e-Maeykhana ho jaye

So that Be-Dam also becomes a sacrificant of the Pastor of the Winehouse

Maktab-e-Ishq ka dastoor nirala dekha

Saw the uniqueness of the tradition of the School of Love

Us ko chhutti na mili jis ne sabaq yaad kiya

The one who learned his lesson could not get a leave

Makani hoon, ke aazad-e-makaan hoon?

I have boundaries, or am I boundless?

Jahan mein hoon, ke khud saara jahan hoon?

I am part of the Universe or am I the whole Universe?

Maula, Maula, meray murshid Maula

Murshid Maula, Maula, Maula

Woh apni la-makani mein rahein mast

They may be ecstatic in their boundlessness

Mujhay itna bata de main kahan hoon

Just tell me where I am

Arz-o-sama kahan teri wus’at ko paa sakay

The sky and earth could not contain the breadth of your existence

Maula, Maula, Maula, meray Maula, Maula

Mera hee dil hai woh ke jahan tu sama sakay

It is only my heart where you can reside

Yahan hona na hona hai, na hona ain hona hai

To be here is to not be, to not be is exactly to be

Jissay hona ho kuch khaatir daari jaana na ho jae

One who wants to be, some offering shall not be given?

Who is this Sufi kalaam for?

One who is boundless, the one whose existence can

not be contained by the skies and earth?

Abida answers in the end:

Maula Ali, Ali, Ali, Maula Ali, Ali, Ali!

Master Ali, Ali, Ali, Master Ali, Ali, Ali!

Ya Ali, Ya Ali, Ya Ali, Ya Ali, Ya Ali, Ya Ali!

O Ali, O Ali, O Ali, O Ali, O Ali, O Ali!