Navroj Na Din, Ginan - Shahid Barkat Ali

Navroz Ginan Ejī Navroj nā din sohāmanā Srī Alī Kāyam shikār ramvā van gayā Sevaknā man thayā udāsī Prān Alī charane rahiyā Ejī Srī Kāyam prite jo chint bāndhi Narne prite ame van gayā Evā van sohāmnā nar Kāyam dithā Delā dai devantā rahiyā Ejī Bhalūn thayūn sāhebe sūmat ālī Sri Alī Kāyam sāthe ramvā ame van gayā Anant āshā pūrī amārī Shāh dil bhāve gamiyā Ejī Hete Alī sūn hirakh bāndhyo Avichal rang sāheb se girahiyā Evi chit bāndhī nar Kāyam sāthe Sat bhandār motīe bhariyā Ejī Ame sāheb sāthe sahel kidhā Ridh sidhaj pāmiyā Ek man ginān je sāmbhle Ā jīv tenā odhariyā Ejī Jīv jyāre jugat pāme Prān pope ram rahiyā Agar chandan prem rasiyā Hete hans sarovar jhiliyā Ejī Gadh Chakvāne kille Shāh Khalilullāh rame Tiyān Fateh Alī ne mayā karīne bolāvīyā Anant āshā pūrī amārī Nit Alī nūre uthiyā Ejī Bhāire moman tame bhāve ārādho Bhāne Shamsī tame sāmbhlo rukhī Sāhebnā gun nahīn visāre Tenā prān nahīn thāshe dukhī Translation: O brother! It was the beautiful day of Navroz when my Qaim Lord Ali (a.s.) went to jungle for hunting. The heart of this servant became melancholic but the soul remained at the feet of Ali (a.s.). O brother! We were so overwhelmed by the love of the Lord Qaim (a.s.) that we also reached the jungle in his love. We saw the Imam (a.s.) in that scenic jungle. It was such a beautiful scene that even the angels were offering their lives for sacrifice. O brother! How nice it was that the Lord gave us the understanding that we also went to jungle with Qaim Lord Ali (a.s.) to play. Many of our desires were fulfilled and our hearts became saturated with his love. O brother! We received immense happiness in the love of Ali (a.s.) and we attained from him the eternal colour. Our thoughts were so attached with the Qaim Lord that as if we received the treasures of reality. O brother! We travelled with our Lord and received many worldly and spiritual happiness. He who listens to Ginan attentively his soul will attain salvation. O brother! When the soul gets the true way of worship then it blooms like flower. His existence becomes saturated with the fragnance of love like sandal-wood and his soul enjoys in the lake of reality. O brother! Once Imam Khalilullah Ali (a.s.) was relaxing in the fort of Chakwa when he called Fatehali with his mercy. My uncountable desires were fulfilled and his Nūr was always flowing. O brother! Sayyid Shamsi (r.a.) says: O momins! Remember the Lord with love. He who does not forget the blessings of the Lord, his soul will never be unhappy.