Haye Kaise Katte Umariya | Shahji Qawwal & Ensemble | English Translation

Become a Supporter of the Channel:   / join   This kalaam does not sit still in one tongue. It opens in classical Persian — Ishq aasan na buwad, soz-e-mudam ast ee ja — where love is named as a permanent burning and every heart, ripe or raw, is put on trial. From there it slips into Urdu’s sharper ache (Mujhe gham bhi unkaa aziz hai), then breaks into the cry that gives the piece its name: Haye, kaise katte umariya? Time itself becomes the wound. The life waits on hope alone — aas hi aas mein beeti jaye — while night refuses to pass and day is spent in restless longing. What survives in the archives is less a single signed poem than living mehfil repertoire: Persian court diction braided into Hindavi folk until the borders dissolve. The wit lives in the dialects and in how they talk back to each other. Persian speaks of the Beloved’s glance as the lover’s only namaz — no ruku, no sujood, no standing. Urdu turns that theology into everyday confession. Then the Braj and Purabi colour arrives with a grin through tears: Humre nayain daras bin tarse; Tori preet ke karan… mo se ruthe apne paraye; and the killer bargain — Sab ruthein, aik tum na ruthiyo / Tum ruthiyo to gajab huwi jaye. Let the whole world sulk; only You must not. That is rural intimacy speaking beside high Persian, the same devotion wearing two clothes at once. Qawwal Shahji & Ensemble carry this inheritance as blood-memory. Son of the legendary Ustaad Bahauddin Sahib, Shahji holds the classical spine without sanding down the folk spark. He lets the Persian settle, lets the Urdu sting, then opens the umariya cry until the room feels the waiting. On Sur Aur Kalaam, this is that lineage heard live: language switching mid-breath, humour nested inside grief, and a devotee’s life measured only by whether the Beloved turns away. 0:00 Sazina — before the umariya cry opens 1:03 Ishq aasan na buwad — Persian: love is never easy 1:29 Bazm-e-ishq — the assembly of pain 2:02 Nazaraaye mashooq — the glance as namaz 2:43 Kaaba se butkadde se — calling from every place 3:11 Haye kaise katte umariya — the title cry 3:37 Aas hi aas mein — life spent only in hope 3:56 Gham unkaa aziz — even grief is beloved 4:48 Raat kat ti nahi — tell the moon the night won’t pass 5:16 Gham dard soz aah — everything but meeting 5:55 Nayain daras bin — Braj: eyes starve without darshan 7:09 Tori preet ke karan — kin turn away for Your love 7:37 Sab ruthein — only You must not sulk 8:35 Dukhiya premi — the lover weeps the night away 9:02 Najariya maari — that glance that wounds 12:52 Tori preet returns — the bargain again 13:09 Gham mila — one path to meeting