Bulleh Shah

Bulleh Shah is one of my favorite poets ever. His work is so peaceful and inspiring! His poetry is generally sufi-oriented, meaning that it is mystical, so some of it may be difficult to understand. Below you will find some poetry by him in Romanized (referring to the alphabet) Punjabi (a dialect spoken in Pakistan and India) along with the English translation. I have also added a music video at the bottom, the lyrics of which are the lines of his poem, Bulla ki Jana. Enjoy the mesh of different art forms below!


Chal Way Bullehya Chal O'thay Chaliyay 
Jithay Saaray Annay 
Na Koi Saadee Zaat PichHanay 
Tay Na Koi Saanu Mannay 

O' Bulleh Shah let's go there 
Where everyone is blind 
Where no one recognizes our caste (or race, or family name) 
And where no one believes in us 

Masjid Dha Day, Mandir Dha Day

Dha Day Jo Kujh Disda

Par Kissay Da Dil Na Dhawee(n)

Rub Dilaa(n) Wich Wasda

Tear down the Mosque, tear down the temple

Tear down every thing in sight

But don't (tear down) break anyone's heart

Because God lives in there

Lyrics in English are in the music video. 

Salam [Peace].  

Six Misconceptions About Islam

Taking seven minutes out of your life to watch this video will probably clear up lifelong misconceptions you may have about Islam. Please do yourself and me a favor and watch it!

Salam [Peace].   

Colors of the Wind

Two things:

1. This song is absolutely amazing.
2. Pocahontas' voice/feelings in this song perfectly mimic how I feel like I am characterized in Western society as well as my view of both the Earth and of general Western society.

                                                                   Lyrics

You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ... You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew you never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once, never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind You can own the Earth and still All you'll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind

 Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
 Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Asalaam-O-Alaikum [May the peace and blessings of God be upon you].