
Only you, know my pains – Rabba Meray Haal Da Mehrem Tu
“O God, you are my state of being” is what this Kafi of Shah Hussain loosely means. It is about the internal and external…

‘I belong to Ranjha’ – the syncreticism of Lahore’s Shah Hussain
Lahore, the ancient city of Loh, the age-old halt for invaders, is also the home to eclectic Sufis. Men and women who shed conventions…

Selections from Shah Hussain’s poetry
“In the new Lahore lies buried Shah Husain and with him lies buried the myth of Lal Husain. Still, at least once a year…

Put thy eyes into mine…..Shah Hussain
My wrist in the beloved’s grip, I cannot ask Him to leave hold. Dark is the night, the cloud is dripping, I suffer it…