Bilal Khan

I am pleased to be associated with the Sarangi Weapons Complex (SWC) from the time of its inception. Presently, I am training as a surgery resident in Pittsburgh.

Bilal Khan

A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

I
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
“Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
Fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul

My Self. The consecrated blade upon my knees
Is Sato’s ancient blade, still as it was,
Still razor-keen, still like a looking-glass
Unspotted by the centuries;
That flowering, silken, old embroidery, torn
From some court-lady’s dress and round
The wooden scabbard bound and wound
Can, tattered, still protect, faded adorn

My Soul. Why should the imagination of a man
Long past his prime remember things that are
Emblematical of love and war?
Think of ancestral night that can,
If but imagination scorn the earth
And intellect is wandering
To this and that and t’other thing,
Deliver from the crime of death and birth.

My Self. Montashigi, third of his family, fashioned it
Five hundred years ago, about it lie
Flowers from I know not what embroidery -
Heart’s purple – and all these I set
For emblems of the day against the tower
Emblematical of the night,
And claim as by a soldier’s right
A charter to commit the crime once more.

My Soul. Such fullness in that quarter overflows
And falls into the basin of the mind
That man is stricken deaf and dumb and blind,
For intellect no longer knows
Is from the Ought, or Knower from the Known -
That is to say, ascends to Heaven;
Only the dead can be forgiven;
But when I think of that my tongue’s a stone.

II
My Self. A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
Endure that toil of growing up;
The ignominy of boyhood; the distress
Of boyhood changing into man;
The unfinished man and his pain
Brought face to face with his own clumsiness;

The finished man among his enemies? -
How in the name of Heaven can he escape
That defiling and disfigured shape
The mirror of malicious eyes
Casts upon his eyes until at last
He thinks that shape must be his shape?
And what’s the good of an escape
If honour find him in the wintry blast?

I am content to live it all again
And yet again, if it be life to pitch
Into the frog-spawn of a blind man’s ditch,
A blind man battering blind men;
Or into that most fecund ditch of all,
The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul.

I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.

William Butler Yeats 1865-1939

1 thought on “Bilal Khan”

  1. dear bilal sahab
    u have done very nice thing by publishing rare musical tracks on ur website.
    for enriching this website u should also add one more artist of hindustani classical music, he is dr. ISHWARCHANDRA RAMCHANDRA KARKARE from Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh India. he is one of the popular singers today. many of his performances are available on internet in mp3,wav,wma formats
    ragas sindhura kaafi tappa, raga bageshri, raga bihag, raga bhairav, raga puriya raga suha are his splendid performance.

    please add these ragas on ur website. if possible.

    thank you.

    DR ISHWARCHANDRA RAMCHANDRA KARKARE links mp3

    http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=dfe7d9b4fe4e5ff6c79b87b207592a1cb437b2f281053970b8eada0a1ae8665a#

    http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=dfe7d9b4fe4e5ff6c79b87b207592a1c301f306e81a78da05be6ba49b5870170

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