Lets tango

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me whenever I fall
You say it best... when you say nothing at all.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd (the crowd)
Try as they may they could never define
What's been said between your heart and mine.

CHORUS X 2

(You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best when you say nothing at all...)

oh...
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know that you need me...

CHORUS

(You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best when you say nothing at all...)
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know that you need me...
(You say it best when you say nothing at all
You say it best when you say nothing at all...) 

Its time like this, when the soul begins to sway with steps that float over those clouds that enclose torrents of emotions; when the eyes gleam brighter than stars, when the lips curl more naturally than the rainbow, when the voice brings with it faint traces of dew, when the senses get so engrossed in that delicate touch of the fingers that the only life seems to exist through that touch.

Its time like this, when I immerse in those eyes yet again, that belong to a different world of different space time coordinates altogether.......

Ramblings ....

Its just a random flow of thoughts and I jot it down as it is. Please don't look for any coherence, for life doesn't usually follow thematic patterns  :p

• wearing one's dreams is the best fashion statement! ;)
• we all need to keep our mental spaces tidy, so its always a good idea to let the unused icons disappear off the screen :)
• and a pure heart alone can identify a pure heart .....
• Waiting allows you to deeply sink into a vast spaciousness where you can taste the beauty of your infinite soul. Waiting is really just a form of meditation. Doing nothing means your mind and heart are completely in the now, and not focused on the past or future, and receiving the divine blessings of existence. Be patient and all the goodies you desire will spring forth into existence. (annon)
• when in love, your only victory is BEING in love.
• True love always leads to the Greater Love. 
• I can not loose the fight, for I know my strength: my love.
• and I just wish my sword wouldn't weigh as heavy in my hands as it does at times ........ ah! :)
• to be in communion with the Divine, to be able to listen to the inner voice, one must be able to shun out the mental noise. Blessed are those, able to do that.
• and yes, I LOVE sunny mornings and starry nights :D

ciao :)

Love Dogs by Rumi

Other than the sheer beauty that Rumi is, posting of this poem is solely triggered by the comment on the post underneath.
For dear IYM, when longing is the bridge that connects:




One night a man was crying Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with praising,
until a cynic said, “So!
I’ve heard you calling our, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer to that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage.
“Why did you stop praising?” “Because
I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express
is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs
no one knows the names of.
Give your life
to be one of them."

Devona Shaw!

What follows underneath is not a translation of this amazing Persian kalaam. The musical piece, however was so much in tune with the frequency within: Devona shaw!
The words come on their own, and I cease to mould them into forms ...


 And there are times when the only way to retain your senses is by losing them.

The only way to keep your head is by letting your hair down; the only way to dance is by losing your feet; the only way to break free is by tightening the chains around; the sole way to maintain that charming form of yours is to melt in that absorbing kiss of the Beloved; the only words that are spoken to your Love are that of silence; and the only harp that plays does so in your bosom.

I want to keep my head, so I let my hair down and whirl in a spiral. There is beginning to an end naught.

I want to dance to the symphony of the Love, so I let my heart guide my moves and the ground embraces my steps naught.

I want to break free from the ordains of the self, so I let me lose on the gallows of Hallaj. Beyond the Self, the self naught.

I want to relish the beauty that is mine, so the vision of me more than in Your eyes, exists naught.

I want to tell You all the pains that my heart endures, so I let myself be the bleeding heart. The words were the sounds, the feel naught.

I want to play all the tunes of my ecstasy, so I beat with my heart. Love brings my melody, the harp naught.

You see, I want to retain my senses, so I stick to my senses, naught.

Since I want to remain sane, so I let myself get crazy.

Perhaps, there is nothing that I do since I so will. Perhaps, its just that I have any choice naught!

Unwinding Self

At times we feel so desolate from the entire universe around us that everything seizes to make any sense. When the sky and the earth knit themselves together so that all the compass needles go berserk and one is left clueless, directionless, like a lost ship now returning to Atlantis.

Nothing makes sense, and sense makes nothing ...

The power to analyze seems to be consumed by the haze of uncertainty, and the ability to rationalize retreats in the face of that sheer void that seems to surround anything and everything. Its smog, everywhere and all around. And my compass needle is crazy. I don't trust it. I don't trust the path. I don't trust my ability to find a path. I don't trust the idea that a path does exist. And I don't trust me.

Whenever I am as lost, as I feel now, in the murkiness of daunting doubts, I return to my point 0 - origin point. Point of total surrender. I align my crazy compass to the One up there and let myself make a camp there, at point 0. I call all my fighting faculties back to myself, I forget the paths and I forget the battles. I just camp there, in a world which is more spiritual than physical. I let myself the luxury of just being a no one in the realm of the Absolute One, and I relish the freedom that shunning all authority brings. I become a lover of the One who needs no lover, and I feel loved. All my wounds heal, my energies build and my faculties nourish, just by that mere act of realigning my compass back to Him.

But this time it has been strange. It seems as if the first thing I lost in the battle is the very compass that had gone berserk. Its a familiar yet unfamiliar land, my steps do not catch up with the changing pace of the landscape and my eyes can not see across this grey sea of haze. The deafening noise of the silent void is devouring all that was left of a lost spirit. I can not reach my point 0, despite the fact that I never had to Reach it! As the poet puts it

دل کے آئینے میں ہے تصویر یار

جب زرا گردن جھکائ’ دیکھ لیا

Dil kay aa'eenay mein hai tasveer e yar

jab zara girdan jhukai, daih lia

(My heart mirrors the image of my Beloved

Its just a bend of neck, that grants me a view)

No compass, nothing to align. Where am I?

I was caught in this endless whirlpool of nothingness, when yesterday I got a few words to which I am hanging on for dear life. These words resonate in this bleak time with the same frequency that had I not lost it, my compass needle would have responded well.

So, here's what I learnt. I hope I did!

When launching into a battle, one should always know where is the EXIT marked, and where is the emergency medical relief camp! This is as important for the soul as is for the body. In this very case, before exhausting my last reservoirs of strength, I should have known where is the refill station: my compass needle.

Hence job ONE: Find your aligning spiritual compass, so that nowhere begins to belong somewhere.

When a self falls prey to doubts; doubts that shatter, and doubts that mar everything that binds one's faith, its never alone a battle of Spirit. Its a battle that soul fights, only when aided by a body which can endure that battle.

Hence job TWO: Focus on revitalizing your health.

When there is no direction to follow and no route to take, when the dreams are forsaken and the realities are stark, when the words ring hollow and when the actions speak naught, just remain sure of one thing and that will make all this abyss fizzle out: your own personal uprighteousness. That uprighteousness comes by cleansing one's system of all the negativities of thought and of action; and this requires harmony - Spiritual as well as physical!

Hence job THREE: Cleanse your system of toxins.

I have stopped fighting and have called my troops back. I spent today, the whole day trying to relocate myself. And I think I have inched somewhere close to my compass.

I hope and pray that all the lost souls find their route maps. Amen

Good night all.

To Be, or Not to Be!

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.


Shakespeare (from Hamlet 3/1)

Kaaba - The Golden Ratio

Being a student of pure maths, I can't just stop marveling. For a greater understanding of the above, one may wish to read more about the Golden Ration, or PHI as it is called, denoted by (φ).
Amongst others, some very interesting reads could also be found at http://library.thinkquest.org/trio/TTQ05063/index.html as well as http://goldennumber.net/

Tango

Isn't it lovely....

Don't quit, believe in yourself and follow that dream, in Elvis style ;)

Life is Learning!

I have just discovered that each difficulty comes with an opportunity to learn. More often than not, we are just so focussed upon combating the problem that we let the opportunity slip through our fingers. Such opportunities, if grasped timely, can open many new avenues into undiscovered dimensions of our own selves.

At the end of the day they can truly be a reason for you to be a grateful individual for having encountered such a difficult patch in your life, that left your experiences and self more rich than before.

After all, what is life if not learning? :)

No song unsung, No wine untasted!

He stayed up. 

And he dreamt. 

Of all the things he wanted from life. Of all the pleasures he wanted to immerse himself in. 

He dreamt of how the Lady luck would arrive in all her glory and kiss him soft on his very lips; when the zenith would carpet under his steps as he would stride towards his destiny. And how that blazing sun,that some said centered their Solar system, would turn dusky when sought by his sparkling eyes. 

He slept naught, and he dreamt long.

He dreamt of her caressing touch, of some melodious whispering of sweet nothings. 

He dreamt of breathing through that scented cascade of flowing tresses, and of that sheer pleasure that made his heart beat in his chest.

With eyes open, his mind wandered into some unsung dimension of time, where his steps traced the route. 

So he traveled short and stopped at where he pleased. For it was he who was the Architect, the Guide, as well as the Explorer. 

Now, what only mattered was what he pleased, so he chose a line beyond the horizon to be his post. 

And he smiled at his triumph. A triumph that had so by now stopped even amusing him anymore. 

Victory had become a synonym of being alive. 

Alive, like he was!

Alive! 

Alive?

His dream suddenly came to an abrupt end. 

Alive like he was did not permit any dreams. His eyes welled up and his heart suddenly filled with gratitude. 

He had lived his Life in those few moments of a sleepless dream!

Lost in Plain Sight!

Just stumbled upon this web portal of Maisie Crow, a photojournalist.

http://www.maisiecrow.com/photos/LOST%20IN%20PLAIN%20SIGHT/

The album is just unusual and awesome, and I fear to ruin its impression by describing it in words here, but the copyright thing wouldn't let me post the pictures otherwise. If I were to post, I wouldn't have posted the entire album, but a few pics, because the idea conveyed could be taken for a bit too blue, however, what remains the undeniable beauty of all these real life pictures is the true colour of resilience of human soul, the toughness that comes at work only when the times get too tough to be lived.

Please notice the handwritings in the manuscripts accompanying each image. Broken letters, shattered times, but a fighting human!

Life can be tough and brutal. Sometimes more than we can actually handle. But there are people, somewhere, at sometime, who bear that brutality and toughness with that true tenaciousness that only belong to a strong human soul!

a sweet scented drizzle...

a mellow song

of soft feel
like the sweet fragrance
of yester years,
that greets you
like the 9 am drizzle,
touching your face
with a delicate
brush of the gentle
droplets,
bringing a curl
onto your lips
as it melts on them
while caressing

She didn't give him anything!

She was 'smile', he was 'lonesome'
she had charisma, he had poise
years later someone said,
have you ever noticed
you dismal damsel
how inapt are you,
for that social a guy,
with that gorgeous smile!

Frank Sinatara fills my cup again!

I wish I were ......

Frank Sinatara, as usual, awesome!!!

Mirror Mirror on the wall...

Some times people don't learn. No, they learn not a single lesson! But how can one learn, if what one puts to use is only some incomplete and biased perceptions, and a raging tongue to vent them out?

Learning requires, first of all a set of receptive organs, and then an understanding mind (not heart cause everyone is not lucky enough to possess one!), and even then, some degree of compassion to provide a room for an error of understanding.

But no Sire! People here KNOW what you understand from what they say. They TELL you what you understand from what they say. And they CONDEMN you for what you understand from what they say. And when you try to put the picture into perspective by voicing what YOU actually understood from what they say, they refuse it altogether and PITY you for this obvious lack of morals for taking a shield behind lies!!!

Paradox of Choices

Psychologist Barry Schwartz takes aim at a central tenet of western societies: freedom of choice. In Schwartz's estimation, choice has made us not freer but more paralyzed, not happier but more dissatisfied.

An interesting approach to why we always find things in the past better! and why tv with hunreds of channels today is less entertaining!

Stage of Age ...

Surrendering Souls

He was a word weaver and she a lover of intricate knitting of beautiful phrases. It was not surprising that he was taken in by her cheery self and she was swept away by his charisma. The spark was spontaneous and the chemistry absolute. Everyone around could predict that once in a life time, they actually were witnessing two soul mates. 
They were aware of it, too. 
But the problem was that they both were held hostages within the barriers of some sentinels: He, caged within his impression, and she, a prisoner of her pride in modesty. Both wouldn’t confess the actual barrier to be that of ego. 
However, their souls were stronger than their fears, so after a while, destiny smiled as their souls danced in the jubilation of their union.

The jubilations couldn’t go on for long though. 
Life had its callings and they had to be answered. Each reverted back to the real life; he turned his back to words and she got lost in the intricacies of what never made any sense to her. The flame wavered but the chemistry wouldn’t help. Changed life had different requirements, which asked for different elements. 
Their compositions had altered. 
The souls winced as they witnessed the silent decay and this but worsened it. They had obligations to fulfill and the wincing souls just added to the misery of the situation. Each was so wounded in the battle to surface above that marshland of responsibilities that none had either the time or the energy to listen to the other’s SOS call. 


Each grew unhappy. 


Have you ever seen an unhappy person? No, not the man unhappy over the boss’s behaviour, or the woman unhappy over the kitchen stove not working. 
A truly unhappy person is the one whose gloom reaches the others like the heat of a burning candle wick. 


Both of them became like that, slowly being consumed by the gnawing beast of their mutual disappointments. Nothing could help. The fears returned, rested and much stronger. The battle was not a fight, it was a torment. Torment to the already battered souls that had since their last victory been losing everything they owned. 
This time what was to be lost was the last thing they had. They tried to reason, plead in the end even fight, but they had had their share of victory and this time it wasn't their turn. So they lost. This time surrendering the right to own each other.

... and that has made ALL the Difference!

My very favourite poem, and probably the essence of thought for today...

The Road Not Taken

written by Robert Frost(1915)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

raat yun dil mein .....

A rough translation would be,


raat yun dil mein teri khoee hoi yaad aaee
jaisay veeranay mein chupkay say bahaar aa jaey


a stray thought of you caught me last night
as spring tiptoes across some wilderness


jaisay sehraoon mein holay say chalay baad e naseem
jaisay beemar ko baywaja qaraar aa jaey


like a cool breeze blowing softly in the dunes
the way an ailing gets well without any cure

As you SEEK, so shall you FIND ;)

A quote that always succeeds in prompting a longing to be a part of the 'elites' (in actual terms) it talks about:

How delightful is the company of generous people, who overlook trifles and keep their minds instinctively fixed on whatever is good and positive in the world about them. They have no vanity, they have no jealousy, they have no reserves and they feed on the true and the solid wherever they find it. And, what is more, they find it everywhere.- Van Wyck Brooks

Achievment or Success?

'The most important thing in life is the knowledge that in whatever you did, you were comitted and worked hard and did the best that is in you. That's achievement. Sucess is being praised by others and its gratifying too, but not as important or satisfying. Always aim for achievement and forget about success.'

Its a tough spot ....

Its THE decision I'm going to make.
And ironically I do not want to think about it. As if believing that thinking would, as it always has, make me change my mind. When it comes to this particular area of life, my rationale always betrays my heart. There has been a battle for eons between the two, none of them is defeated, and I keep on losing!

The past fortnight has probably been one of my most thoughtfully active periods in life. But no matter how much I try to think, its always a closed loop, the thought process ending at exactly the same point from where it had started. Or probably I'm not thinking at all! I'm staring at a spot on the wall and coming to consciousness time and again just to realize that I'm staring at one spot, and then going numb again.

I know the consequences would be dire. They always are. Big decisions mean big risks, huge consequences. But am I now left with any other alternative to choose from? The options pool is exhausted now, I have used all the other life lines, and if something has to work out Now, its going to be this one! Foe how long can I keep on convincing myself that my current path is actually my life line, I'm just not putting in enough of effort? I have done so for so long a time now, I dont even want to spend an iota of my strength doing the same thing now. No! Enough.

Its not that I am exhausted by the sheer amount of strength it takes to keep on going, irrespective of how badly it does so. I am exhausted by the futility of this entire exercise. What does anyone, including me get out of it? Does anyone get benefited from it? Does it leave anyone happy? Does it let anyone sleep blissfully at night? Does it let anyone notice the beauties of a sunny day? No. It doesn't. Then its not worthwhile. No it definitely isn't.

But the decision is not easy. And I feel tremendous pressure. Please God be by my side. I can not afford to loose. Not this time. Please God help me succeed, for me, for my angel's sake. Please.

And I know, I am going to need all the luck in the world to make it work. InshaAllah.

I choose my mood. I smile :)

Just read, 'Choose your mood, and stay with it'.

So here I go, I choose a mood for myself for today which is wearing a little beaming smile and make sure that I find enough beauty in the 24 hours of the day that it stays gleaming! :) After all, the curve on my lips can not be drawn by another hand, and if I let someone do that, I sure am not well!

So I smile. Because I am too tired of not smiling for this long a while. And I have just realized that if by not making my heart light, the other does me a wrong (as I feel about it), what about my own contribution to my personal happiness?

So, heres to me, for being happy!
For remembering to let myself loose! For realizing that the heart throbbing in my chest deserves better than being put on other's ventilators!


I smile :)


Alhamdolillah!

Guftego ba ostad, Conversation with the teacher

True, this doesn't make sense. But then, what does?

mThe sense of void deepens, the emptiness flourishes and I look around to latch onto something that could let me not fall a prey to this gnawing -273 degrees Celsius.

Am I a ripple in the still sea of life or am I the dead sea myself that can not be brought to life despite millions of ripples tickling its bottom?

I try to breathe and recollect all that I thought I could pen down and provide some vent to an exhausted self. But no, I have to thaw first!

may he succeed, amen!

May the colours of your success be always bright: orange, apple green and neon blue. Just like the ones in your FIRST bag :)
ameen sum ameen.

May you fulfill his destiny and prove yourself the best of creations, "ashraf-ul-makhlooqaat". yes, sadly most of us forget to do so.

May the sun always shine bright for you, may you always know your path, the path of enlightenment. Enlightenment of Soul, of heart and of mind. May you be amongst blessed learned souls.
ameen.


I pray for you, this, and much much more my angel.

Love you.

the heart aches and the soul hangs in a vaccuum.

why does it have to be so?

whats the use of it?

what should I do?


does being existentialist provide answers in this situation too?


what went wrong? And WHY?

Say I Am You

Today I choose to be, what I want to belong to

The horde of problems this nation hosts, is unarguably a LARGE one! Come to think of it, what concerns us more, the Obama policy in Iraq, or the implementation of two different constitutions (forget about the wa'dera jails and panchayyat laws) within one State that is ours. When I think, its a long list of issues that plague us. Without prioritizing these in order of their importance, I just pen them down as they come to mind. There is

1. illiteracy

2. corrupt leadership

3. poverty

4. insufficient basic health facilities

5. lack of infrastructure at every public platform

6. unclean drinking water

7. outrageous power shortages

8. bogus law enforcement

9. biased, ambiguous, and crooked educational system

10. non-existent security

11. sky rocketing inflation

12. an ever growing continuum of budget deficit

13. child labor

14. militancy

15. lack of basic moral traits, esp. tolerance

16. lack of the sense of national pride

17. a government which consists of Rajahs and Maharajahs

18. unscrupulous government machinery

19. a national tendency of hypocrisy and morose attitude. In other words, we form a crowd of whiners.

And out of all these fore mentioned problems, for me, the most devastating one is the one at the bottom, hypocrisy and morose attitude. If I were to change, it would have been these two character traits. At the least, quite a few of the issues mentioned earlier, are a by-product of these attitudes.

Ok, if I don't want to be a part of the whining mob, what can I do to change? What lies in my capacity?

During my FSc years, there was an all Pakistan declamation contest. Cliche' as it may sound, the only thing that comes to my mind of the speech back then is the concluding remark:

Stop focusing on things you CAN NOT change, CAN NOT do anything about. Concentrate, instead, on things you CAN change, CAN do something about. Right here in your own little corner.

For bringing in the Change, its me who has to change first. I can not clean the street if one can not differentiate between a litter bin and my room. If the model is good enough, the change would be infectious. There will be no need of any pointing fingers.

My resolution for today : Lets do, and not whine.

So, today I choose to be, what I want to belong to.

Happy reading :)

Musheer by Habib Jalib ..... This I said unto him

In times like these, I fail to find too many things that are as pertinent as this timeless piece of poetry by Jalib. Written in '60's, this is as relevant in our troubled land in 2009, as was back then.

The poem, "Musheer" (Advisor) is a collection of advices that are so characteristic of those held in consulation by the tycoons in power.

The band, Laal has really performed a commendable feat by bringing back to the 'asses, what should have never been left behind.

mein ne us se ye kaha

ye jo das crore hain,

jehl ka nichor hain

inki fikr so gayi

har umeed ki kiran,

zulmaton main kho gai

ye khabar darust hai,

inki maut ho gai

be shaoor log hain

zindagi ka roag hain

aur tere paas hai

inkay dard ki dawa

This I said unto him

These, who form a hundred million

Are an epitome of oblivion

Their thought is no more

Every ray of hope

Has been devoured by murk

True is the news

They have lost the life

Conscious less are they!

A curse to life!

And thou hath

What cures their ills

mein ne us se ye kaha
mein ne us se ye kaha

This I said unto him

tu khuda ka noor hai

aql hai, shaoor hai

qaum tere saath hai

tere hi!, hi!, hi!, wajood se

mulk ki nijaat hai

tu hai mehr-e-subh-e-nau

tere baad raat hai!

bolte jo chand hain

sab ye shar pasand hain!

inki khainch le zabaan

inka ghoont de gala

You are the Godly glow

Of brains and logic

The nation stands with you

Through your grace Alone,

The state can be salvaged.

You bring the dawn of a new day

It is dusk aft thou!

The few who grunt

Are all the hellions

Tear out their tongues

Strangle their throats.

mein ne us se ye kaha
mein ne us se ye kaha

This I said unto him

jin ko tha zaban pe naaz

chup hain wo zaban daraaz

chain hai samaaj main

bemisaal fark hai

kal main aur aaj main

apne kharch par hain log

qaid tere raaj me

Those proud of their eloquence

Hushed are all those boisterous

Order reigns the land

The contrast is unparalleled

Of bygone and current

Taken a hostage at their own expense

Are people in your empire

mein ne us se ye kaha
mein ne us se ye kaha

This I said unto him

cheen apna yar hai
us pe jan nisar hai
par wahan jo hai nizaam
us taraf na jaayio
us ko door se salaam
das crore ye gadhay
jin ka naam hai awaam
kia banain gsy hukmaran
tu!, tu!, tu! yaqeen hai ye gumaan
apni to dua hai ye
sadr tu rahe sada


China is the beloved chum

Precious than the dear life

But the setup that they run

Steer well clear of that

Without further ado, turn away

These hundred million asses

Which are named the masses

Naught deserve they to be a majesty

You alone are real; an image are they

All I plea for is

You remain President till eternity


mein ne us se ye kaha
mein ne us se ye kaha

This I said unto him

PS: The translation is mine, hence obviously lacks the same tanginess of flavour.