Woke up one fine morning to a beautiful sound. I knew he was here – singing eloquently – naats and other songs praising Allah and professing love of the Prophet. Grabbed my dupatta, got my son ready and we ran down to see my parents in law listening as this man sung. There was magic in his voice – and ofcourse the words that he sang. My son sat with his Daadi – grandmother – while I ran back in to get my camera.
This is a home video – taken by me – not exactly great quality, but never the less – something that reminds me of Kashmir and the magic of that morning. My son calls in “Humaray Kashmir ka gaana” (Song of our Kashmir) and loves to listen to it.
So here I am sharing with you all the video – please bear with the download speeds.
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For those of you who are wondering what he is singing, here is the rough translation:
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May I sacrifice my head for you, oh great Prophet
What will I hide from you, I will tell you about my state of affairs
I am – (not sure how to translate this) – in a bad state
Please heal my sickness, Oh great Prophet
I have come, open the door
Oh great Prophet
Please heal my sickness, Oh great Prophet
May I sacrifice my head for you, oh great Prophet
You are the great king,
show mercy on us, Oh great Prophet
May I sacrifice my head for you, oh great Prophet
How would it decrease your wealth
if you were to cure my grief
It will lessen my pain of longingness
Oh great Prophet
Who do I have, except for you
who would I tell my problems?
You know everything,
Oh great Prophet
I have come, open the door
Oh great Prophet
I am mistreated everywhere,
who can I show pride to
You are the’Khairul Bashar’ – best among creations, Oh great Prophet
I have come, open the door
Oh great Prophet
May I sacrifice my head for you, oh great Prophet
Please bless me (this is the closest I can think of to translate ‘nazare’ seyni’ )
That would be a meherbani
Raise me high, lillah – for the sake of Allah…
I have come, open the door
Oh great Prophet
(If anyone can translate it better, I’d appreciate it…)
Salam Asma Baji,
I know this guy very well. He was singing on my sisters wedding. video on my FB. however, unfortunately what he is saying is shirk at its worst. He is not only praising Rasulullah .. he is aksing of him .. like supplicating to him to help him and bless him. …Iyyaka na’abdu wa’iyyaka nasta’een.. JazakAllah Khair
Waalikumassalam,
Could be my bad understanding of the language, but what I understand is that this song is in form of a conversation between a man who goes to the Prophet and says heal my sickness O great Prophet.. talks of how life has troubled him and he has no friends. He praises the Prophet calling him ‘Khayrul Bashar’ – the best among creations. As long as we dont go into other meanings that can be derived and as long as the Prophet’s greatness has been described in terms of him being among the creations, I guess it might be safe.
Do correct me if I am wrong.
This is beautiful. Written with so much love for the Prophet (SAW). Let the wahabis rest, as they might… This poetry could only be written with immense love and longing of the Prophet. Calling it shirk, is just pathetic. This is Sufi poetry, a treasure trove of love. Great Post.
Thank you for your comments. I am usually very careful of the words chosen in love of the Prophet as very often in the subcontinent they go way out of what is permissible and can be easily misunderstood and lead to what is not very close to tawhid. However, I loved this particular poem as it sounded to me a conversation of a person who loves the Prophet and is telling him of his problems. It has a very personal touch, and uses terms of endearment as we often use in Kashmir – balai lagai, zov vandai and so on 🙂 THe Wahabis and the Sufis all love the Prophet – and that is why we all are Muslims in the first place. May Allah guide us, grow our love for the Prophet and increase our understanding of the deen. ameen.