Rung by Hadiqa Kiyani, Kalaam-e-Ameer Khusro (Coke Studio)

Laali merey laal ki
(The red hue of my darling love)

jit dekhun tit laal
(Wherever I look, all I see is red)

Laali dekhan men gayi
(I went to gaze upon that red hue)

main to ho gayi ap hi laal
(And myself turned totally red)

jis ki chunar rung diyo
(Whosoever's veil you dyed)

so dhan dhan wa key bhaag
(Happy was their fortune)

aaj rung hai ree maan rung hai ree
(Today there is colour, Mother! there is colour)

merey mehboob k ghar rung hai ree
(At my sweetheart's home, there is colour)

rung hai ree maan rung hai ree
(There is colour, Mother! there is colour)

morey khwaja k ghar rung hai ree
(At my khwaja's home, there is colour)

sab sakhiyan men chunar more maeli
(Among all the girlfriends, my veil is dirty)

dekh hansen nar naari
(Look! how men and women laugh to see)

ab k bahar chunar mori rung dey
(When spring comes this year, please dye my veil)

rakh ley laaj hamari
(Preserve my honor)

aaj rung hai ree maan rung hai ree
(Today there is color, Mother! there is color)

des bades men dhundi phiri hun
(I have wandered, seeking , from land to land)

tora rung man bhaiyo Nizam-ud-din Auliya
(Yours is the hue that has smitten my heart, O Khwaja Nizamuddin)

Nizam uddin Auliya, alauddin auliya
(O khwaja Nizam uddin, O Alauddin, 'Sabir')

Alauddin auliya, Farid uddin auliya
(O Alauddin 'Sabir', O Farid uddin 'Ganj-i-Shakar')

Farid uddin auliya, Shah Qutb uddin auliya
(O Farid uddin 'Ganj-i-Shakar', O Qutb uddin 'Kaki')

 Shah Qutb uddin auliya, Mueen uddin auliya
(O Qutb uddin 'Kaki', O Mueen uddin Chishti)

Mueen uddin auliya, merey data piya auliya
(O Mueen uddin Chishti, O my dear Data 'Ganj Bakhsh')

merey data piya auliya
(O my dear Data 'Ganj Bkahsh')

main jab dekhun, tab sung hai
(Whenever I look, he is with me)

ree maan, rung hai ree
(Mother! there is colour)

Khusro rain sohaag ki
(Khusrau, the wedding night...)

jaagi pi k sung
(I spent awake with my beloved)

tan mora man preetam ka
(My body and my beloved's soul)

dono aik hi rung
(Colour of both became one)

aey maati k deewaro
(O lamps of clay)

jo suniyo mori baat
(If you listen to what I say)

aaj Khwaja ghar rung hai
(Today there is color at my Khwaja's home)

tum jagiyo saari raat
(So stay awake, gleaming, all the night)

aiso rung aur naheen dekhun kahin bhi main to
(Such a 'color' I have never seen anywhere else)

mujhey apney hi rung men rung ley Khwaja jee
(Dye me in your own hue, Khwaja!)

 mohey rung basanti rung dey Khwaja jee
(Dye me the mustard-yellow of spring, Khwaja jee)

mujhey apney hi rung men rung ley Khwaja jee
(Dye me in your own hue, Khwaja!)

jo tu maangey rung ki rangayi
(If you ask a fee for the dying)

mora joban girwi rakh ley Khwaja jee
(Accept my budding youth as pledge, Khwaja)

Psychology of Knowing

                                                                                                        
I was sitting on my seat in point and waiting for driver to come and start driving so i could get myself free from the scorching feeling of the hot and humid weather by the entrance of fresh air inside the Bus. The point was full and jam packed with mostly the girls and few boys with lots of hustle and bustle.

When the Bus finally started its journey for the other end of the city to reach University, she came towards me by pushing some girls back who were standing in the middle. Like always, she had a paper in her hand which she was distributing and so executed towards me as well. I took the paper from her hand, looked at the questionnaire, read the outlines and then returned the paper to her.

She held it back and gazed me, I simply smiled and what I always do, just told her that I don't want to fill the questionnairre. She wasn't happy with my answer at all but didn't say a single word just gave me an odd look and turned to move towards other girls when I asked a question she would never have had experienced.

I called her by excusing and when she turned back and saw me, I said.

"This questionnairre says that you aim to analyze the attitudes and behaviors thus psychology, am I right?"

She nodded and so I continued.

"Tell me can you analyze the Psychology of God?"

She was stunned for a moment surprised for the second moment and then finally was frowned. This is what I got from her expressions.

"What are you asking to me?"

"I have asked a question that meant lot for me, if you dunno wanna answer then you can refuse." I replied.

"Obviously I can't analyze the Psychology of God, nobody can." That is what she replied in a surprising tone like she haven't considered my question as a QUESTION.

"Then you can't analyze mine as well." I smiled.

She again got puzzled for a moment by thinking on what I just said and then she went horrible but I was still saying.

"How you can claim that you aim to analyze the psychology of a human being when you can't analyze the psychology of God. How would you analyze creation if you are unable to analyze the Creator?"

She was speechless but altogether was so arrogant with her expressions.

"What rubbish are you talking? If you don't want to fill the questionnairre then do not but never ever try to tremble my faith."

"This is the part of the faith that I am telling you, if you think little about it you would understand. This is about psychology of Love and GOD is LOVE. All forms of Love that we see, feel and experience come from God, the only source Who created this Universe and all His creation with Love, and therefore without knowing and analyzing Him one can't know and analyze His creations."

This time she couldn't answer me or she didn't want to.

"Knowing God is as simple as recognizing the colors and smiles, hearing laughters, smelling enchanted perfumes, and to taste the food you eat. One needs to understand himself by knowing the God, and to know the God by knowing himself. Its like a two way process on a one way road. You know the God if you know yourself, and you know yourself if you know the God. And once you know yourself and the God, you are free and capable to know everything that exists in this Universe."

She again gazed me with an odd look but said nothing.

"That's why I asked you the question." I smiled and went quiet.

She went away in a moment and now I know one thing very well.

She would never offer me a questionnairre again.