God is found by those, With kind hearts.
Repeating the name of the Beloved, I have become the Beloved myself. Whom shall I call the Beloved now?
Tear down the mosque, the temple, everything in sight, But don’t break a human heart. For that is where God resides.
How long can the truth be veiled? The spirit is all there is to know.
You who have read thousands of books of knowledge, have you ever tried to read your own self?
The sun has set, its flush only is left. I’ll give my life for a glimpse of you. My fault: I came not when when you bade, Your love has made me dance like mad.
Going to Makkah is not the ultimate,Even if hundreds of prayers are offered. Going to River Ganges is not the ultimate, Even if hundreds of cleansing (Baptisms) are done. Going to Gaya is not the ultimate, Even if hundreds of worships are done. Bulleh Shah the ultimate is when the “I” is removed from the heart.
Some retire to the jungles in vain, Others restrict their meals to a grain. Misled they waste away unfed and come back home half-alive, half-dead. Emaciated in the ascetic postures feigned, It’s all in One contained.
If I search for you for you inside, then I think you are confined. If I search for you outside, then who is contained within me? You are everything, you are in everything, you are known to be free from everything. You are me and I am you, so who is poor Bullha?
