So long to build a dharma house I tried

It looked askew, it wobbled side to side.

I thought: of course: we start it from the top,

No way could such a brilliant format flop.

The tow’ring jhāna roof, samādhi proud:

A lovely structure: no complaints allowed.

O silly me: I quite forgot the rule:

To make foundations first, egregious fool!

And so it fell. That really served me right.

A victory parade before I’d won the fight.

 

But think of gardens now, not buildings tall:

That lofty attitude won’t do at all. 

 

The kindly doctor showed me what to do:

The best of gardens start their life with poo.

So dig the murky depths: let metta shine

On all those petty hatreds, theirs and mine.   

 

The lines above came out with easy flow;

What next? I’ll stop. I don’t pretend to know.

 Bulleya to me, I am not known

–

Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
 Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
 Not the pure amongst the impure
 Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

–

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known 

Not in the holy Vedas, am I
 Nor in opium, neither in wine
 Not in the drunkard’s intoxicated craze
 Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze

–

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
 Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
 Not from water, nor from earth
 Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

–

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Not an Arab, nor Lahori
 Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
 Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
 Nor do I live in Nadaun

–

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Secrets of religion, I have not known
 From Adam and Eve, I am not born
 I am not the name I assume
 Not in stillness, nor on the move

–

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

I am the first, I am the last
 None other, have I ever known
 I am the wisest of them all
 Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Here is a rendition in an updated, yet still classical style of this poem:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FOriUKHfnrs


Here is another poem from the same man, albeit with verses from another poet interspersed:
Parh parh ilm te faazil hoya
 Te kaday apnay aap nu parhya ee na
 You keep reading to become knowledgable,
 But you never read yourself

Bhaj bhaj warna ay mandir maseeti
Te kaday mann apnay wich warya ee na
You keep running to mosques and temples,
 But you never enter your own heart

Larna ay roz shaitaan de naal
Te kadi nafs apnay naal larya ee na
Everyday you fight the outer demons,
 But you never confront your Ego

Bulleh Shah asmaani ud-deya pharonda ay
Te jera ghar baitha unoon pharya ee na
Bulleh Shah says, you keep reaching for birds in the sky,
 Yet you never study that which sits within

Bas kareen o yaar
Ilm-oun bas kareen o yaar
Enough, my friend,
 Enough seeking after worldly knowledge, my friend

Ik Alif teray darkaar
All that you need is The One

Bas kareen o yaar
Ilm-oun bas kareen o yaar
Enough, my friend,
 Enough seeking after worldly knowledge, my friend

Allah Saiyaan, Allah Saiyaan
Allah my beloved, Allah my beloved

Nee main jaanaa Jogi de naal
I shall follow the way of the Jogi {seeker}

Jo naa jaane, Haqq ki taaqat
Rab naa devey us ko Himmat
To one who has not realised the power of Truth,
 Even God cannot give courage

Hum Mann ke dariya mein doobey
Kaisi nayya, kya manjhdhaar…
I am immersed in the river of Self,
 Why should I care for the boat or the waves

Bas kareen o yaar
Ilm-oun bas kareen o yaar
Enough, my friend,
 Enough seeking after worldly knowledge, my friend

Allah Saiyaan, Allah Saiyaan
Allah my beloved, Allah my beloved 

Here is an excellent rendition, also blending classical instruments with modern ones, with a modern metre:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ra5nTlty6CM