Get Up by Bulleh Shah

Get up and snore no more.
Us this slumber doesn't behove.
Where on earth is Alexander the Grealt?
Prophets and pirs must share their fate.
Their vast Belongings thery left them there,
Nothing sustains forever here.
Do take care whatever you sow,
Lest in the end you rue in woe.
You'll cry like the forlorn fowl,
Without the sings you sit and scowl.
(Ssays Bulleh) njo one helps except the Master
Neither here nor hereafter.
Put your steps with utmost care,
Maybe again there is no coming here.
Get up and snore no more,
Us this slumber doesn't behove.

Bulleh Shah
Translated by: K.S.Duggal