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Dohe [Song]


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DOHE
Sung by Jagjit Singh
Album: Kabir
Based on some of the dohe [couplets] of the mystic poet and saint, Kabir.

Dukh Mein Sumiran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Dukh Mein Sumiran Sab Kare, Sukh Mein Kare Na Koye
Jo Sukh Mein Sumiran Kare, Jo Sukh Mein Sumiran Kare
Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye, Dukh Kahe Ko Hoye.

Everyone remembers God in bad times, but no one in good times,
If you remember Him in good times, then why should bad times come?

Aisee Vani Boliye, Mun Ka Aapa Khoye
Aisee Vani Boliye, Mun Ka Aapa Khoye
Auran Ko Sheetal Kare, Auran Ko Sheetal Kare
Aapa Sheetal Hoye, Aapa Sheetal Hoye.

Speak such words that your ego is eliminated
Body remains composed, giving peace to the listener.

Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor
Bada Hua To Kya Hua, Jaise Ped Khajoor
Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin, Panthi Ko Chaya Nahin
Phal Laage Atidoor, Phal Laage Atidoor.

If you are grand, so what? Just like the date tree
which provides no shade for travelers, and its fruit is hard to reach.

Durlabh Manush Janam Hai, Hua Duje Baar
Pakka Phal Jo Gir Para, Pakka Phal Jo Gir Para,
Laage Na Dughe Baar, Laage Na Dughe Baar.

Don't waste your human life, you won't get it again.
Once you die, you won't get it again.

Mangan Maran Saman Hai, Mat Koi Mange Beekh
Mangan Maran Saman Hai, Mat Mange Koi Beekh
Mangan Se Marna Bhala, Mangan Se Marna Bhala
Yeh Satguru Ki Seekh, Yeh Satguru Ki Seekh.

Begging is like dying, let no one beg.
It is better to die than beg, this is the Satguru's teaching.

Kashi Kaba Ek Hai Ek Hai Ram Rahim
Kashi Kaba Ek Hai Ek Hai Ram Rahim
Maida Ek Pakwan Bahu, Maida Ek Pakwan Bahu
Baith Kabira Jeem, Baith Kabira Jeem.

There is no difference between Kashi and Mecca, Ram and Rahim.
It is like different kinds of meals prepared from the same wheat.
Once we realize God, discrimination disappears.

Acche Din Pechhe Gaye Hari Se Kiya An Hait
Acche Din Pechhe Gaye Hari Se Kiya An Hait
Aab Pchatawat Hot Kya, Aab Pchatawat Hot Kya
Jub Chidiya Chug Gaye Khate, Jub Chidiya Chug Gaye Khate.

Your good days are passed away when you had energy and time
to do love and devotion to GOD.
You didn’t do it at that time, what is the use of regretting now?

Sources for translation: 1, 2.
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Kabir and Jagjit Singh.

"
Don't waste your human life, you won't get it again.
Once you die, you won't get it again."

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Red, White and Black [Song]


Uploaded by Collis Duranty

RED, WHITE AND BLACK
By Collis Duranty

I just heard a shot ring out up the street
I wonder if someone got gunned down?
I put my sandals on and took a walk to see if I could be wrong
No surprise, two black brothers on the ground.
Someone run go call dem Mama, run go call dem Papa
But dem boys done gone, dem boys done gone
Papa reach first to see, then Mama jumped out a taxi bawling
"Lord, not my sons, not my sons!"

But hear me now:

It is too late, Mama, dem boys done cover
Too late, Papa, can't you see the undertakers?
But my observation of this story is a red bloodstained white sheet
With black boys underneath
Red, white and black,
Don't you see how this looks like our national flag, yeah?

Dem gone, dem boys dem gone
Dem gone, dem boys dem gone
I'm begging bad man, put down your guns
Put down your guns, put down your guns
Leh we leave Babylon and run and go fight for freedom.

A reporter tried to get a word
Papa said, no way, he ent talking
Mama said her boys, they were never bad children
Their eldest daughter so distraught all she said was,
"Mom, I have to tell the truth.
Dem boys live by the gun so we must buy their suit and bury them."
So who now who will call on Mama, who will call on Papa?
When dem boys done gone, dem boys done gone
.................. I could still hear Mama crying
"Lord, why my sons, why my sons!"

But help me sing this one:

It is too late, Mama, dem boys done cover
Too late, Papa, can't you see the undertakers?
But my observation of this story is a red bloodstained white sheet
With black boys underneath
Red, white and black,
Don't you see how this looks like our national flag, yeah?

Dem gone, dem boys dem gone
Dem gone, dem boys dem gone
I'm begging bad man, put down your guns
Put down, put down, put down your guns
Leh we leave Babylon and run and go fight for freedom.

Say dem gone, dem boys dem gone
I'm begging bad man, put down your guns
Put down, put down, put down your guns
Leh we leave Babylon and run and go fight for freedom.

Say dem gone, dem boys dem gone...

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! .............................................................................................................................. 


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Collis Duranty.

I am thinking about all those who have died violent deaths at the hands of their countrymen. Whether or not we mourned their deaths, whether or not we stated privately or very publicly that we were glad to be rid of some of them, the fact remains that like the "upstanding" or the still standing citizens, these liquidated human beings were not without worth. "Bad man" like everything in a society is the result of collective effort or the lack thereof. No perpetually "ongoing" investigations will arrive at this conclusion. No commission of enquiry into "terrorism" will entertain this. We are in denial. Selective honesty motivates those who confess the "hard truths" about the skin colour of the majority of prison inmates or the perpetrators of violent crimes while ignoring other truths. Violence, corruption, greed, lawlessness, callousness, lack of respect, lack of dignity, utter lack of shame are now systemic. Whether black, white, brown, yellow, red or dappled, like possessed swine, we are rushing headlong over the cliff together.

Come out from among them.

Collis Duranty exhorts "bad man" to put down his gun and "Leh we leave Babylon and run and go fight for freedom." What is Babylon? Is it the Royal Jail? Is it Port of Spain? Is it a political party? Is it a class, colour or creed? Is it Trinidad and Tobago? Not at all. While all of the previously mentioned provide the environment for Babylon's manifestations, Babylon is established most intractably inside our heads and for some inside the soul. And how do we fight for this freedom? This is certainly not a fight that requires any man-made weapons. This fight is jihad and by that I do not mean the distorted interpretation of the concept for which we can thank a hate-filled minority. I refer to true jihad which is the internal spiritual battle each individual must constantly wage with his or her own weaknesses.

Come out from among them.

Separate yourselves from them. They prosper because of our complicity. Their energy is drawn from our participation. We buy and continue to buy into and we are bought. We spend and are spent. We waste and are wasted. All of these things of the world that we have been taught to cherish, all these things that we feel compelled to sell our peace of mind and souls to achieve, they are garbage.

Fair is foul and foul is fair. There is an insidious force that has now crawled over, surveyed and mapped every inch of this planet. It knows the price of our souls. Some call it Evil but I see it as the perversion that promotes and glorifies that which is unnatural, the thing that can only proceed by deceit, the thing that is anti-humanity, the thing that is sucking the life and health out of our bodies and minds and souls. We have demonstrated that we are fully capable of being its loyal minions. It is a choice that we make.

Come out from among them.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Give Yourself Life [Song]


Uploaded by MILLBEATZ ENTERTAINMENT

GIVE YOURSELF LIFE
By Collis Duranty

Even though I know the road is rugged
And it seems hard to face it
Give it time, don't give up the fight.
I'm concerned about my nation and the younger generation
It's like we're losing stride, these youths don't want to realise
That the world out there is full of vultures
And their aim is to divide and conquer
They want to see you die
But don't let them make you die
You got to give yourself life and find your meaning
Find the reasons, reasons to live and love your life
And through the seasons just keep believing
There's a reason to live and love your life
And to give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life.

Youthman, youthwoman, I need you understand this
I know that you live in a time where half the story isn't told
And it's becoming so hard, so hard
To understand the values of the world
But I believe you can make it
I know you can try
We need your generation to change it, so lift your head up high
And push your limits past the sky and find your meaning
Find the reasons, reasons to live and love your life
And through the seasons just keep believing
There's a reason to live and love your life
And to give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life.

Youthman, youthwoman, I need you understand this
I know that you live in a time where half the story isn't told
And its becoming so hard, so hard
To understand the values of the world
But I believe you can make it
I know you can try
We need your generation to change it, so lift your head up high
And push your limits past the sky and find your meaning
Find the reasons, reasons to live and love your life
And through the seasons just keep believing
There's a reason to live and love your life
And to give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life
You gotta give yourself life.

Youthman, youthwoman, I need you understand this...

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Collis Duranty.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

De Profundis [Song]

 
De Profundis | Uploaded by Jean-Louis Gosselin

DE PROFUNDIS
By Arvo Pärt
Based on Psalm 130:1-8

De profundis clamavi ad te Domine | Out of the depths have I cried unto Thee, O Lord
Domine exaudi vocem meam |  Lord, hear my voice:
fiant aures tuae intendentes | Let Thine ears be attentive
in vocem deprecationis meae | to the voice of my supplications.
Si iniquitates observabis Domine | If Thou, Lord, shouldst mark iniquities,
Domine quis sustinebit | Lord, who shall stand?
Quia apud te propitiatio est | For with Thee there is forgiveness,
et propter legem tuam sustinui te Domine | and by reason of Thy law I have waited for Thee, O Lord
sustinuit anima mea in verbum eius | my soul hath relied on His word;
Speravit anima mea in Domino | My soul doth wait for the Lord,
a custodia matutina usque ad noctem | more than they that watch for the morning,
Speret Israhel in Domino | Let Israel hope in the Lord!
Quia apud Dominum misericordia |  For with the Lord there is mercy,
et copiosa apud eum redemptio | and with Him is plenteous redemption.
Et ipse redimet Israhel | And He shall redeem Israel
ex omnibus iniquitatibus eius. |  from all his iniquities. 

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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Arvo Pärt.

I understand that the chaos is never random or coincidental. Cogs and wheels are turning without fail behind the backdrop. Many citizens try to minimise their participation in the destruction but because we are all creators of our society and we are also products of imperfect environments, we each play our part in keeping the wheels oiled towards both positive and negative ends.

Hope persists because more often than we admit it [we tend to give the bad more prominence than the good], we continue to be blessed by the persistence of goodness in our midst and the continuing generosity of our abused natural environment 

In our society, for better or for worse, we do not have one religion in common and we have not yet put in place an overarching humanism or a system of social justice that will step into the breach to preserve us from the lack of conviction of the best and the passionate intensity of the worst of ourselves.

My naiveté continues to leave me swinging between deepest disappointment and highest expectations so it is best that I continue to say as little as possible except that I love you and hope for a better day for us ALL.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Ashamnu

 
Ashamnu, 2010 from Danielle Freiman on Vimeo.

Ashamnu - we have trespassed
bagadnu - we have dealt traitorously
gazalnu - we have robbed
dibarnu dofi - we have spoken slander
heevinu - we have acted perversely
v'hirshanu - we have done wrong
zadnu - we have acted presumptuously
hamasnu - we have done violence
tafalnu sheker - we have practiced deceit
yaatsnu ra - we have counseled evil
kizavnu - we have spoken falsehood
latsnu - we have scoffed
maradnu - we have revolted
niatsnu - we have blasphemed
sararnu - we have rebelled
avinu - we have committed iniquity
pashanu - we have transgressed
tsararnu - we have oppressed
kishinu oref - we have been stiff necked
rashanu - we have acted wickedly
shichatnu - we have dealt corruptly
tiavnu - we have committed abomination
tainu - we have gone astray
titanu - we have led others astray.

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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Munajaat-e Shabaniya


Munajaat-e Shabaniya - Mahdi Samavati | Uploaded by yaqaimaalemuhammad

THE INVOCATION OF SHABANIYAH

My Lord, bestow Your blessings on Muhammad and his descendants; respond to my prayer when I pray to You; listen to my call when I call You; and turn to me when I make my submission to You in confidence. I have come running to You and am standing before You imploring You in humility and hoping to get the reward You have for me.

You know what is in my heart, and You are aware of what I need. You know my mind and are not unaware of my future and of my present,

of what I want to begin my speech with; of the request I would utter, and of the hopes I have in regard to my ultimate lot.

My Lord, whatever You have destined for me up to the end of my life, whether concerning the open aspect of my life or the hidden aspect of it, is bound to come. What is to my advantage and what is to my disadvantage - all my losses and gains are in Your hand, not in the hand of anybody else.

My Lord, if You deprive me, who else will provide me; and if You let me down, who else will help me?

My Lord, I seek Your protection from Your anger and from earning Your displeasure. If I am not fit for gaining Your Mercy, You are certainly fit to be generous to me by virtue of Your Magnanimity.

My Lord, I see as if I am standing before You protected by my trust in You. You said what befitted You and covered me with Your forgiveness.

My Lord, if You forgive me, then who is more suited than You to do that? If the time of my death has come near and my deeds have not still brought me close to You, I make this confession of my sins a means of approaching You. I have been unjust to my soul for I have not looked after it. It will certainly be doomed if You do not forgive it.

My Lord, You have always been kind to me during my life time. Therefore do not cut off Your favour from me at the time of my death.

My Lord, how can I lose the hope, of Your looking kindly, in me after my death, when you have always been good to me during my life.

My Lord, in my case do what befits You and bestow Your favour on me - a sinner enwrapped in his ignorance.

My Lord, You have concealed many of my sins in this world. I am in a greater need of their being conceded in the next. As You have not revealed my sins even to any of Your pious bondmen, do not expose me on the Day of Resurrection before everybody.

My Lord, Your generosity has expanded my aspiration, and Your forgiveness is superior to my deeds. Therefore gladden my heart by allowing me to meet You on the day You administer justice to Your bondmen.

My Lord, my apology to You is the apology of him who cannot afford his apology being not accepted. Therefore accept my apology, You the Most Magnanimous of those to whom the evil-doers tender their apology.

My Lord, do not turn down my request; do not foil my desire; and do not cut off my hope and expectation of You.

My Lord, if You had wanted to disgrace me, You would not have guided me; and if You had wanted to expose my faults and vices, You would not have kept me safe and sound.

My Lord, I do not think that You will turn down my request for that in asking You for which I have spent my whole life.

My Lord, all praise is due to You, always and for ever, growing not diminishing, as You like and please.

My Lord, if You condemn me for my crimes, I will cling to Your forgiveness, and if You hold me for my sins, I will cling to Your granting pardon. If You haul me into the hell, I will tell its inmates that I love You.

My Lord, if my deeds are too small in relation to how I should obey You, my aspirations are high enough as compared to what I should expect of You.

My Lord, how can I go away from You unsuccessful and disappointed, when I had a high hope that You will be kind enough to send me away enjoying safety and deliverance.

My Lord, I have wasted my life committing the crime of forgetting You and played havoc with my youth, intoxicated with keeping myself away from You.

My Lord, I did not wake up when I was under a delusion about You and was inclined to earn Your displeasure.

My Lord, I am Your bondman, son of Your bondman. I am standing before You, trying to use Your own magnanimity as a means of approaching You.

My Lord, I am a bondman of Yours, I want to rid myself of the sins I used to commit in Your presence because I lacked the sense of feeling ashamed that You were looking at me. I request You to forgive me, because forgiveness is a characteristic of Your Kindness.

My Lord, I was not strong enough to move away from Your disobedience, except when You awakened me to Your love. I was exactly as You wanted me to be. I am thankful to You for introducing me to Your Kindness and purging my heart of the impurities of being inattentive to You.

My Lord, look upon me as the person whom You called and he responded to You, whom You helped by using his services, and he obeyed You. You Near One, Who is not far from one who is away from You. You Munificent, Who does not withhold His reward from one who hopes for it.

My Lord, provide me with a heart, the passion of which may bring it near You, with a tongue the truth of which may be submitted to You, and with a vision the nature of which may bring it close to You.

My Lord, whoever gets acquainted with You, is not unknown; whoever takes shelter under You, is not disappointed; and one to whom You turn, is not a slave. One who follows Your path is enlightened; and one who takes refuge in You, is saved.

My Lord, I have taken refuge in You. Therefore do not disappoint me of Your Mercy and do not keep me secluded from Your Kindness.

My Lord, place me among Your friends in the position of one who hopes for an increase in Your love.

My Lord, inspire me with a passionate love of remembering You so that I may keep on remembering You, and by Your Holy Name and Pure Position cherish my cheerful determination into a success.

My Lord, I invoke You to admit me to the place reserved for those who obey You, and to attach me to the nice abode of those who enjoy Your good pleasure. I can neither defend myself nor do I control what is advantageous for me.

My Lord, I am Your powerless sinning slave and Your repentant bondman, So do not make me one of those from whom You turn away Your face, and whom his negligence has secluded from Your forgiveness.

My Lord, let me be attached to the Light of Your Majestic Glory, so that I may know You alone, be away from others, and have a heart fearful of You and an eye watchful of You. May Allah's blessing and peace be on Muhammad and those of his descendants who are pure.

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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare