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About Bulleh ShahTimeline (1680 - 1758) |
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What a carefree game He plays!
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He said, "Let there be," and it happened.
He made the latent turn into the manifest, Out of the formless He created the form. What a wondrous game He played! What a carefree game He plays! When He disclosed the hidden secret, He lifted the veil from over His face. Why does He now hide from me? The Real permeates everyone. What a carefree game He plays! He said, "We have honored mankind; None has been created like you; You are the crown of all creation." What a proclamation with the beat of drum! What a carefree game He plays! He himself indulges in these carefree acts; He himself feels frightened of himself; He has taken abode in every house; And the people keep wandering in delusion. What a carefree game He plays! He himself aroused longing to become mad in love. He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart. Himself He wept, himself consoled himself. 0, what a game of love He plays! What a carefree game He plays! Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved. Here logic and reason have no part to play. Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved. Why does He create separation now? What a carefree game He plays!
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