Ye allah…. O God in human form ya rabbe mustafa tu mujhe hajj pe bula, call me to my pilgrimage, haaj, aake mai dekh lu, so that my eyes aankh se dekh lu kaaba thera, your holiness in formulation, kaaba, ya allah… Hajj ke sharaf ko phir dekh luun, so that I might see the grandeur of your gaze, ya rabbe mustafa,O God in human form, Rabbe, baichaan deen phir dikha, show me your despairing world ya rabbe mustafa, O God in human form yo soyae kaaba haath mein, I have longed to hold your image in my sleep zamm zamm ka jaam ru, to draw out the sweetness your image. Soyae kaaba haath mein..sleeping with your belief phir kya karun, and now what must I do ki mein dua rothi rahae, your mercy only brings tears jo har ghadi yae as time bends to your will. Shuul main dho theen rahae, the world only has one or two benefits har ghadi ye rasool, and time sings of your glory ishqua rasool me, love that is divine sweetness. Vo aankh dethae yae khuda , Look my way O God mere maula, my Lord kya karuun, what shoudl I do, dhe the hafae kaba ka besharaf, as I am always required to praise you as without that I am bad even shameless. Pharmae thura makae boonda?? let us make our acquaintance again. Aankho mai jalwa shah ka, my eyes reflect your glory aur rabbe nath ho, making rabbis holy once more jab ruh than se ho juda, when the soul leaves the body ya rabbe mustafa, it is because of God in human form, Rabbi. Firdose mai pardose se apnae habib ka maula ali ka vastha, a wanderer such as I who longs to undertake Hajj, ya rabbe mustafa sab aele khana saath me, rabbi prophet who has provided me with nourishment jo kaash chal padae, so that seasons are mere holders of time pehle khana saath me, so I must have my first meal with you, chal padhae suyae madenn kafla, and off I go to your holy abode ya rabbe mustafa, Rabbi Prophet mujko wakeem yae baadh mae you can explain all later, thu aek saab bathle, simply say a word tharae saab ko, to the stars in the sky. Thujko nabin ka vastha, Only you know dawn ya rabbe mustafa dekh luun kaaba thera, Rabbi Prophet let me see your luminescence.
Sakhi ki khai nikaah pae balkha kae pea gaya lahero mai kheltha hua leherakae pea gayae eh rehmethae thummo meri har baatha muafir har mai inthihan shokhoen mai ghabrakae pea gayae, paas rehetha hai, dhuur rehetha hai, paas…..dhil mai koi zaroor rehetha hai, jabsae dekha hai unki nazoro ko, halka halka suroor rehetha hai, esae rehetha hai marae dhil mae jaisae zulmuth mae noor rehetha hai, aab adham ka yai haule hai, masth rehetha hai, dhuur rehetha hai…..ye jo halka halka suroor hai yae jo theri nazar ka kusuur hai, kae sharaab piina seekha dhiya, theri chaah beheki beheki nae mujhae ek sharaabi bana dhiya, sharaab kaisi, khumaar kaisya, yae suub thumari nawazishae pilahiyae jis nazarsae thunae khadhar jae mujkho aapni khabar nahi hai, sara jahan mastha, sara jahan masth masth theri jo theri khushi wo meri khushi thera pyar hai meri zindhagi, mujko nawaz na ghazo atha hai sajdha kar lehetha huun jaab saamnae wo atha hai thera pyar hai mai gazr sae bandaah isqu huun, mujhae rooz nahi, meri saar ko dharad
mujhae aap thalashae haram nahi, yei janoon ka hai maujdha jahaan mae saar
Aami dhur hothae tomarai dhekhechi, I have seen you from afar aar mughdhoyae chokhae chayae thekechi and gloried in you. Baajae kinkini rini jhini thomarae jae chini chini, the bells sounding allow for your recognition, monae monae kotho chobi aaekechi, and I joyfully painted pictures of you in my heart. Chilo bhaabae bhora dhuti aakhi chonchol, when my eyes brightenedwith deep thought, thumi bathashae urale bhiru onchol, you scattered this world far and wide, koyi rupaer madhuri mor shonchayae rekhechi, and thus, I have to hide you within my soul. Kosthuri mridhotho megh the perfumed filled road foretell an enlightened law, jaano kosthuri, those perfumed waves aapon ghondho dhaelae aeyi hridoyae chuuae gaele, and after fulfilling our hearts with its fragrance, you left. Shemayarae aaponarae dekechi, thus, it is in stealth that I hide from your face. Koi kopolae dhekhechi laal podhho, therefore it is with you have I found my rosy future, jaano dhol maelae phutae jayae shothho, because in droves the truth beckons all around me. Maelae aamar, in such a mix, bhromor gunjonae thomarae dhekaechi I see you as the future again ….
The story of a black reverend pastor in 19th century England. Dramatized by the BBC in their seminal series Great Wyrley – The ‘Great Wyrley Outrages’ A true case of a wrongful conviction of a pastor’s son because of his race and religion.
Also featured in Arthur Conan Doyle’s novella, “His Last Bow.”