Posts Tagged ‘Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai’
You’re healer you’re friend and you’re cure
You hurt you heal O God! It’s you who cure
Its even shocking; when send healer to cure
Thou’re healer, thou only friend, thou heal
Thou give pain, provide cure and also heal
God! when You command, then it gives relief
Those captivated in love, share agony and grief
But they don’t share love and their heart’s grief
They feel enchanted in trance of pain and relief
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Those engaged in delight; unaware of wounded
Pains don’t let change position, who are wounded
Covertly the disheartened weep, missing beloved
They’re all the time weeping remembering beloved
What sort of a healer you’re; ignorant of illness
Burn thy info and balm in the urn, it’s heedless
Without beloved, my life is leftover and needless
Disagreed and snubbed, the counselor’s advice
Would have been at peace if approved his advice
The ones who are struck by His arrow
Those wounded, sob in love’s ecstasy
Wriggle on floor with love and courtesy
Heal sores them self, sting’s their marrow
Let’s rejoice night joining their company
Their love’s tainted who shed false tears
Their love’s not divine if dribble false tears
The believers never pretend or shed tears
Hold thy bow and arrow and shoot at me
I’ll fall in your arms; will bond you and me
May cravings of union be of few moments
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Where the love’s arrow are shed by my deity
All healers forget their wisdom and capability
Shah Abdul Latif’s lineage has been traced back directly to Messenger of Almighty Allah Hazrat Muhammad Peace be upon Him, through Imam Zain-ul-Abideen Alaih Salam, son of Imam Hussain Alaih Salam, grandson of the Prophet (PBUH). His ancestors had come from Herat in Central Asia, and settled at Matiari, Sindh, Pakistan
His first teacher was Noor Muhammad Bhatti Waiwal. Mostly, Shah Latif was self-educated. Although he has received scanty formal education, the Risalo gives us an ample proof of the fact that he was well-versed in Arabic and Persian. The Qur’an, the Hadiths, the Masnawi of Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi, along with the collection of Shah Karim’s poems, were his constant companions, copious references of which have been made in Shah Jo Risalo
In appearance, Bhitai was a handsome man, of average height. He was strongly built, had black eyes and an intelligent face, with a broad and high forehead. He grew a beard of the size of Muhammad’s beard. He had a serious and thoughtful look about himself and spent much time in contemplation and meditation, since he was concerned about his moral and spiritual evolution with the sole purpose of seeking proximity of the Divine. He would often seek solitude and contemplate on the burning questions running through his mind concerning man’s spiritual life:
Why was man created?
What is his purpose on this earth? What is his relationship with his Creator?
What is his ultimate destiny?
In quest of religious truths, Shah Bhitai travelled to many parts of Sindh and also went to the bordering lands. For three years, he travelled with these jogis and sanyasis, in search of the truth, peace, and harmony, to Hinglay, Lakhpat, Nani at the foot of the Himalayas and to Sappar Sakhi.
By the time he was a young man of twenty one years, he began to be known for his piety, his ascetic habits and his absorption in prayers. Observation and contemplation were chief traits of his character.
At this time he was living with his father at Kotri, five miles away from the present site of Bhitshah. It was here that his marriage was solemnised in 1713 CE with Bibi Sayedah Begum, daughter of Mirza Mughul Beg. She was a very virtuous and pious lady, who was a proper companion for him. The disciples had great respect for her. They had no children.
Shah Latif was now in search of a place where in solitude, he could devote all his time in prayers and meditation. Such a place he found near Lake Karar, a mere sand hill, but an exotic place of scenic beauty, four miles away from New Hala. This place was covered by thorny bushes surrounded by many pools of water. It was simply and aptly called ‘Bhit’ (the Sand Hill). On the heaps of its sandstones he decide to settle down and build a village
For the last eight years of his remarkable life, Shah Latif lived at Bhitshah. A few days before his death, he retired to his underground room and spent all his time in prayers and fasting, eating very little.
Wind blew! The sand enveloped the body, whatever little life left, is to see the beloved.”
After 21 days in there, he came out and having bathed himself with a large quantity of water, covered himself with a white sheet and asked his disciples to sing and start the mystic music. This went on for three days continuously, when the musicians, concerned about the motionless poet, found that his soul had already left for its heavenly abode to be in the proximity of the Beloved for who he had longed for, all his life, and only the body was there. He suffered from no sickness or pain of any kind. The date was 14th Safar 1165 Hijra corresponding to 1752 CE. He was buried at the place where his mausoleum now stands, which was built by the ruler of Sindh, Ghulam Shah Kalhoro.
A pair of kettle drums that are beaten every morning and evening even till today by the fakirs, jogis and sanyasis, who frequent the mausoleum, were presented by the Raja of Jesalmeer.
Before his death, fearing that people might ignore his poetry, he destroyed all his writings by throwing them in the Kiran Lake. But at the request of one of his disciples, the sufi poet asked his servant, Mai Naimat, who had memorized most of his verses, to rewrite them. The message was duly recorded and compiled. A copy of the compilation known as “Ganj” was retained at the mausoleum. The original copy disappeared sometime in 1854. It was in 1866, 114 years after the poet’s death, that Ernest Trumpp, a German scholar who knew Sindhi as well as many other languages, compiled “Risalo”, a complete collection of Shah Abdul Latif’s poetry, along with two other Sindhi scholars.
Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai is always remembered for his great poetry with love and reverence
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Poet: Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai
SUR SAREMAN— 1ST STORY
You are my friend, you’re my healer
My ailments’ cure is you, my healer
Only you can set right my ailments
None other than you heal ailments
Thou are my pain thou are my gain
Nothing’s hidden from Thy vision
Every illness that you sent on me
Was nothing but the cure for me?
Patient wasn’t mistaken by one
No pain will ever end by anyone
Unless you order be cured O Divine
Which medicine ever cured 0 Divine?
Why pause; raise thy dagger, hit me
Smitten me, honor me to die, hit me