My Broken Heart.Sindhi Health.

Mera dil tau hai sanam ashna 

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mere dard-e dil- ke  O charagar

Ke huwee hai tujh ko yeh kab khabar

Mein yahan chupaye hoon bechargee

Tu hai bekhabar, O charagar

Mera dil kata

Mera dil bujha

Mera jism faqat 

  Misaal Qafas-e-sar

Aye bekhabar, aye bekhabar

Kahan khawab mere

Kahan khawahishain

Tau hai kab mujhe tatolta?

Mein hun nange sar

Sare rehguzar

Yeh saraab saje haen jo Sindh par

Woh mere wajood ke hain zalzale

Woh mere naseeb ke hain hosle

Jo faqat bane hain mera

Ek sada muqaddar

Aur yeh lutere, charagar

Jo bane mere hain hamsafar

Sare Soo-e Daar

Charadhain ge

Mujhe Muqtadar

Mere charagar

Mein yuheen paree

Rahe-rehguzar

Na hai charagar

Na koi safar

Bas ek khamosh

Bund aur safar

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mein woh husn ki jo hun Marvi

Mein woh paak Mumal ki Ranui

Mein yuhee kharee hun

Is bund par

Sar-e rehguzar, nang sar

Aur kho gaya hai woh charagar

Kaheen dard mein, kaheen khawab mein

Yeh jo faasle hain beqadar

Kabhi khatam  hon

Na umeed kar

Yehi dhool mere naseeb ka

Banee sada Muqaddar

Mera nang sar

Mera dil bujha

Aur yeh aas bhi hai ab toot chukee

 Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein.

Bas aik lamha-e besabar

Bas aik Umeed-e Besehar

Meri sookhi aankh 

Ka khusk motee

Tau dekh le 

Aye charagar

Tujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Tera dil tau hai sanam ashna 

Tujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Tau hai Muqtadar

Par O charagar

Tau hai bekhabar

Tau hai bekhabar.

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Charagar Ka Jawab

Mein hun bekhabar, yuheen charagar

Mera dil tau hai sanam ashna

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mein khara yuheen is bund par

Sare rehguzar

Na jawab mere paas hai

Na hisaab mere paas hai

Na zulf ka aseer hun

Na jaam-e dastgir hun

Mera dil tau hai sanam aashna

mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mein tau aseer  apne wajood ka

Meri puhanch  bas meri Quba

Yeh jo zindagi ka hai silsila 

Mein isee ka hee ab aseer hun

Mere raat din hein ek saraab

Mere jid juhd ek faraib

Mein hun bekhabar hisaab se

Mein hun behaya , na hun basharam

Mein tau juhl ka hee aseer hun

Mein tau zulm ba qafas-e zameer hun

Mere silseley hein bare bure

Tau jo dekh le 

Tau jaan le

Mujhe kiya mile ga namaz mein

Yeh jo jaal hein phailaaye huwe

Mei ne apne wajud ke faraib se

Diye hein taqwiyat yeh faraib ko

Mere zulm-e laazawal ko

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mere haj, zakaat aur silsile

Yeh tere wajood- naheef ka

Karte hein aujhal silsila

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mere but bhi aur, mere jaam aur

Mera kaaba aur,  Shyaam aur

Mujhe kiya milega namaz mein

Mein hun bekhabar

Hisaab se

Magar ab theher O nang-e sar

Mujhe aati hai 

Khushboo-sar

sar-e daar se

Tu jo Nooh ki malook hai

Tu jo Moosa ki  hai hamsafar

Shayad tera bhi hai koi Khuda

 Muqtadar, Muqtadar

Woh kitaab hai utaarta

Woh bhaag hai sanwarta

Woh hai Muqtadar

Woh hai Muqtadar

Mein kaarobar sameit loon

Joh hai Jabal-e Shar

Mein shayad nijaat pa bhi loon

Mujhe kuch mile ga namaz mein

Tere hosle jo hain beqadar

Kaheen unka bhi kamal ho

Usee sajda-e nasooh mein

Mere zulm ka bhi hisaab ho

Teri aankh ka woh moti

Ho mera zareeai hisaab 

Aye Muqtadar

Aye nang sar

Teri thokaron ke hisaab mein

Mera dil hai ab bujha huwa

Mein hun Muqtadar ke saamne

Mera sar hai ab jhuka huwa.

Translation :

Alas my heart is an idol worshipper

Woe, what my namaz

O my dream maker

O my problem -solver

O my physician

O my Landlord

O my politician

O my ruler

Whence did thou know of my helplessness

O whence did thou know of my destitution

O whence did thou know of my hunger

O whence did thou know of my lost dreams

You are unaware

Alas you do not know

That my heart is broken into numerous shattered pieces

That my heart is bleeding from deep, deep cuts

It is smouldering, sorrowful, 

My weakened body, my hungry existence is just a parody

of life , of existence

O unaware, O unaware.

Where are my dreams, thou should ask

Where are my desires?

Ah, but whence do thou search my heart?

whence do thou probe my dreams?

I am wihout a shade

In this incessant sun

On the pathway

Shelterless, eternally

Landless, eternally.

Yes I follow the mirage of Sindh

Dusty, parched

Dreamless!

Those are the earthquakes of my existence

Those are the courage of my fate

That are my fate only

Eternally

Only

And these are the looters

And these are the dream-makers

False, false

Oh,so false!

These are my Humsafar

They will but hang me on the death hanger

My worldly lords, my dream makers

My abandoned existence on the dusty path

No solace, no helper

This quiet existence , no journey to a dream

 I lie, I lie abandoned.

Alas what solace in prayers will my wretched self get?

Or  will  it? 

Or is this my only hope

Yes my only lifeline is this link to God

 Otherwise ?

I, the beautiful pure Marvi

Stand alone on the Bund

Without scarf, without hope

And lost is my dream- maker

In some faraway dream.

Will these unassailble distances lessen

Do not hope

This dust is but my fate

In this land

My open head and my broken heart

My hope is also gone, lost

What will I get in prayers

Only a fleeting moment of joy?

Only a dark long night of unredeempt hope

And the dry, lustreless pearl of my eye

Is tearless

 Do you see it, O my dream-maker?

What will you get in namaz.

You are but powerful

But O dream-maker you are unaware

The Dream-maker's Answer

Lo and behold I am but an ignorant fool

Pretender, helper, dream-maker

My heart is but an abode of false idols

Here I stand on the bund

On this dusty path

I have no answer to your forlorn queries

Alas I have no accountability

I am not an ardent lover of your sweet, sickly face

O, Marvi

Neither does my heady wine flows for your parched lips

O Marvandi

My heart is but a den of idle idols

What use prayers for me

I am but a prisoner of my  false, fake existence

I can only concerned with my bodily comforts

I am but a prisoner of this intricate worldly life

Alas, my days and nights are

But a mirage

My strife and effort a false pretense

I am oblivious of repentance

I am but shameless

I am but a slave to ignorance

I keep my conscience in a cage, entrapped

Imprisoned

Lest it becomes free

My life's intricacies are despicable

I keep them hidden from your eyes

Lest you see them

 Lest the ugly truth be revealed

Huh, what will I get in prayers!

And these nets that I spread for trapping

By my fake existential being

These enhance and strengthen the falsehood

My tyrannical prowess

Huh, What will I get in prayers!

My Hajj, zakat and other silsile

Hide your emaciated existence

From the eyes of the world

Huh; what will I get in prayers!

My idols are different

My wine is but a different flavor

My Kaaba different

My Shiyam different

What will I get in prayers?

I am but ignorant

Of the ultimate accountability

But behold 

Wait O uncovered

I do hear the news

I do smell the smell of accountability

From the site of the hangman's place

Yes you are the wretched poor follower of Noah

Yes you are the journey partner of Moses

Yes you do have a God

Powerful, Almighty

He that sends down the books

He that adorns your ways

He is the powerful

He is the Almighty

Wait

let me pack my business

That which is a mountain of evil

Maybe I can find redemption

Maybe I get something in prayer

Your strengths unbound

They should be rewarded

This eternal prostration of redemption

May lead me to freedom from sin

Your dry eyed pearl

should be enough for my redemption

O ,that with uncovered head

O powerful

In your feet I lie

For salvation

My heart is smoldering now

I am in the presence of the powerful 

My head is bowed in front of the Almighty.