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V Zvokih ideala brez razloga Habeitek in Ya rayah v različicah, Farid El Atraš etc.
Idealni malouf, ko danes zlagoma postaja včeraj in jutri danes - kjer koli že.
Abida Parveen, Chants soufis de Pakistan (Qal, ghazal et kafi) (Inedit)
KAFI You are my love
Poem in Saraiki by Ghulam Farid (1845-1901)
You are my love - you are my beloved.
You are my religion and my faith.
You are my body, you are my soul, you are my heart, you are my life.
You are my Ka'ba, my Direction, my mosque, my pulpit, my Book and my Quran.
You are my duties, my pilgrimage, my alms, my fasting, my prayer and my call to prayer.
You are my adoration, my devotion, my meditation, my science and my gnosis.
You are my invocation, you are my thought.
You are my sensible and my supra-sensible.
You are my sweet, my salty and my lovable.
You are my director, my guide, my master, my teacher and my initiator.
You are my hope, my despair, my support, my pride and my satisfaction.
You are my Moral, you are my reputation, you are my modesty, you are my glory.
You are my sadness, my happiness, my weeping and my laughing.
You are my pain and my remedy.
You are my sky of happiness, you are my means of joy.
You are my beauty and my wedding.
You are my fame, my name and my titles.
You are my henna, my kajal and my cosmetics.
You are my betel and my refreshments.
You are my passion and my madness.
You are my crying and my sighing.
You are my first, my last, my inside, my outside, my manifest and my hidden.
You are my country, my region and my province.
May the Beloved accept, O Farid!
You are my Ruler, you are my King.
translation: Dr. Ramatullah
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