Shah Hussain

Shah Hussain

Shah Hussain (1538 – 1599) was a Punjabi Sufi poet and Sufi saint. He was the son of Sheikh Usman, a weaver, and belonged to the Dhudha clan of Rajputs. He was born in Lahore, Pakistan). He is considered a pioneer of the kafi form of Punjabi poetry.

Shah Hussain’s love for a Brahmin boy called “Madho” or “Madho Lal” is famous, and they are often referred to as a single person with the composite name of  “Madho Lal Hussain“. Madho’s tomb lies next to Hussain’s in the shrine.

His tomb and shrine lies in Baghbanpura, adjacent to the Shalimar Gardens. Hisurs (annual death anniversary) is celebrated at his shrine every year during the “Mela Chiraghan” (“Festival of Lights”).

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Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shah_Hussain

Mai ne main kinon aakhaan,
Dard vichore da hall ni

O mother O mother, who do I tell,
this pain of separation

Dhuan dhukhay mairay murshid wala,
Jaan phoulaan taan laal ni

My Maste’rs fire smoulders,
If I poke, its red hot

Soolan mar dewani keeti,
Birhoun peya saday khayali

Driven mad with spikes,
Pain of separation fills my thoughts

Dukhan di roti, Soolaan da saalan,
Aahen da baalan baal

Bread of sadness, sauce of spikes,
Make a fire of laments

Jungle bailay phiraan
Dhoudaindi ajay na paayo lal

Wandered jungles and deserts,
But not found the ruby

Ranjhan Ranjhan phiraan dhoudaindi,
Ranjhan mairay nal

wander looking for Ranjhan Ranjhan,
But Ranjhan is with me

Kahay Hussain faqeer nimanaa,
Shoh milay taan theevan nihaal

Says Hussain the poor faqeer,

Main bhi jhok ranjhan di janan,

Naal meray koi challey.
Travelers, I too have to go
to the place of my beloved,
Is there anyone who will go with me?

Pairan pawondi, mintan kardi,
Janan tan peya ikalay.
I have begged many to accompany me, And
now I set out alone.

Nain bhi doongi, Tilla purana,
Sheenhan taan patan mallay.
The river is deep and the shaky bridge creaks,
As people step on it,
And the ferry is a known haunt of tigers.

Ratain dard, Deenhan darman si,
Ghao mitran de allhay.
During long nights I have been tortured
by my raw wounds.

Ranjhan yaar, Tabeeb seenda,
Main tan dard awallay.
I have heard in his lonely hut
knows the sure remedy.

Kahay Hussain Faqeer nimanan,
Sayeen seenhorey ghallay.
Humble begger Hussain says:
O God, send me a message
(invitation to come to you)