Lyrics Translation in English

Je Rub Milda Nahateyaan Dhoteyan
Te Milda Dadduan Macchhian Nu
Je Rub Milda Jungal Phiryan
Te Milda Gayaan Vacchhian Nu
Ve Miyann Bullea Rub Unha Nu Milda
Ate Milda Daliyan Sachiyan Achiyan Nu

O Tasbeeh Baati Phair Na Baahu
Is Tasbeeh Da Ki Parhna Hu
O Jehna Apne Naal Hisaab Ne Karda
Uhde Naal Hisaab Ki Karda Hu

Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh

Aaa

Ohda Rub Ve Nahi Rusda Rub Desu,
Jinhu Yaar Manaan Da Chajj Howe
Unhoon Makke Jaan Di Lorrh Nahi,
Jinhu Yaar De Vekheya Hajj Howe

Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Chadd Dozakh Gor Azaabaan Nu
Kar Bund Kufar Diyaan Baabaan Nu
Ker Saaf Dile Diyan Khuwabaan Nu
Gal Aise Ghar Vich Dhukdi Eh
Ik Nukte Vich Gahl Mukdi Eh

Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh

Aaa

Paddh Paddh Ilm Hazaar Kitaaban
Kadi Apne Aap Nu Parhiya Nai
Ja Ja Warde Mandir Maseeti
Kadi Munn Apne Vich Warya Nai

Aiwein Larda Shaitaan De Naal Bandiya
Kadi Nafs Apne Naal Larya Nai
Aakhe Peer Bulleh Shah Aasmani Pharhna Eh
Jehda Munn Vich Wasda Ohnu Pharya Nai

Aiwen Matha Zameen Ghisaai Da
Pa Latha Mehraab Dikhaai Da
Parh Kalima Lok Hasaai Da
Dil Andar Samajh Na Laai Da
Kadi Sachi Baat Vi Lukdi Eh
Ik Nukte Vich Gahl Mukdi Eh

Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh

Masjid Dhaade Mandir Dhaade Dhaade Jo Kuch Denda
Per Kise Da Dil Na Dhaaveen Rub Dilaan Vich Rehnda

Aaa

Ho Miyaaan!

Aaa

Aashiq Hoyon Rub Da Howi Malamat Laakh
Ouh Tenu Kafir Kafir Aakh De Tu Aho Aho Aakh

Ho Miyaan!

Kai Haaji Ban Ban Aaye Ji
Gal Neele Jaame Paaye Ji

Aaa

Dushman Mare Ta Khushi Na Kariye Sajna Vi Mar Jana Eh
Degar De Din Gaya Mohammad Ohruk Nu Dub Jana Eh

Aaa

Uth Farida Sutya Dunya Vekhan Ja
Je Koi Miljaye Bakhsiya Te Tu Vi Bakhsha Jaye

Kai Haji Ban Ban Aaye Ji
Gal Neele Jaame Paaye Ji
Hajj Vech Take Lae Khaaye Ji
Per Eh Gahl Keehnu Bhaaye Ji
Kadi Baat Sachi Vi Rukdi Eh
Ik Nukte Vich Gahl Mukdi Eh

Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Pharh Nukta Chourh Hisabaan Nu
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh
Ik Nuqte Vich Gal Mukdi Eh

Hoo...

It’s all in One contained

Understand the One and forget the rest
Shake off your ways of an apostate pest
Leading to the grave to hell and torture
Rid your mind of dream of disaster
This is how the argument maintained
It’s all in One contained

What use is it bowing one’s head?
To what avail has prostrating led?
Reading Kalma you make them laugh
Absorbing not a word while the Quran you quaff
The truth must be here and there sustained
It’s all in One contained

Some retire to the jungles in vain
Other restrict their meals to a grain
Misled they waste away unfed
And come back home half-alive, half-dead
Emaciated in the ascetic posture feigned
It’s all in One contained

See your master, say your prayers and surrender to God

It will lead you to mystic abandon
And help you to get attuned to the Lord
It’s the truth that Bulleh has gained
It’s all in One contained

[VERSION 2]

At this one point, all talk ends.

Hold tight to this point, forget your calculations,
Leave the miserable state of unbelief,
Do not torment yourself with the fear of death and hell,
For these are imaginary fears.
Only into such a house will truth the enter.
At this one point, all talk ends.

For no reason you abrade your forehead on the ground,
You display your reverence at the mehraab,
You recite the kalma to impress a listener,
But knowledge does not enter your heart.
Can the truth stay hidden?
At this one point, all talk ends.

Many return from Mecca as hajjis,
With blue shawls across their shoulders.
They profit from haj ,
Who can admire such behavior?
Can the truth stay hidden?
At this one point, all talk ends.

Some withdraw to the forest,
Eat a single grain a day.
They exhaust their bodies foolishly,
And return home in bad shape,
Their life sucked dry with useless fasting and prayer.
At this one point, all talk ends.

Hold fast to your murshid,
Become a devotee of all creation,
Intoxicated, carefree,
Without desire, indifferent to the world,
Let your heart be fully clean.
Says Bulha, can the truth then be stopped?

At this one point, all talk ends.