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.
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.
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.
Lord, Please walk beside me through this day. Clear the heavy air with the lightness of Your Presence. Guide my hands and steady my heart that I may give comfort when I cannot give hope, that I may give relief when I do not have a cure, and that I may radiate Your healing peace when the limits of science, time, and the human body overwhelm us all. Amen
Source
Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio, cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus, súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde. Ámen
