Allah Hoo

Chand Taron Ki Shaane Jamali Me Tu Subz Patton Me Phoolon Ki Lali Me Tu Ghoshe Ghoshe Me Tu Bali Bali Me Tu Tehni Tehni Me Tu Dali Dali Me Tu Bote Bote Me Gul, Gul Me Bu Bu Me Tu

You are in the majestic splendor of the moon and stars You are in the green leaves and the redness of the flowers You are in every corner, in every small thing You are in every twig, in every branch You are the flower in every plant, And in the flower, You are the scent

Yun To Har Ek Nabi Tujhse Mansoob Hai Tera Bheja Hua Hai Bahut Khoob Hai Han Magar Un Me Ek Tera Mehboob Hai Jis Ki Har Ek Ada Tujhko Marhoob Hai Tera Mehboob Woh Uska Mehboob Tu

Though every Prophet is attributed to You And all whom You sent are truly excellent Yet among them is Your Beloved Whose every manner is pleasing to You He is Your Beloved, And You are his Beloved

Dakhla Mumkin Nahi Tere Asrar Me Kisko Yara Bhala Teri Sarkar Me Kisko Tabe Sukhan Tere Darbar Me Husne Yusuf Se Bik Jaaie Tere Baazar Me Aur Nafse Nabi Ka Kharidar Tu

It is impossible to enter into Your mysteries Who has the courage to stand in Your presence? Who has the strength to speak in Your court? Even the beauty of Yusuf would be sold in Your marketplace And You are the purchaser Of the Soul of the Prophet

Deed Kisko Maiyassar Teri Zaat Ki Lakh Moosa Ne Tujhse Munajaat Ki Phir Bhi Tu Ne Na Unse Mulakat Ki Chup Ke Parde Me Ki Jub Kabhi Baat Ki Aur Mohammad Se Ki Ru Ba Ru Gufta Gu

Who has been granted the vision of Your Essence? Though Musa (Moses) prayed to You a hundred thousand times Yet You did not meet him face to face Whenever You spoke, it was from behind a veil But with Muhammad, You spoke Face to face

Har Fazilat Mohamaad Ke Ghar Bhejdi Thi Jo Shay Khoob Se Khoob Tar Bheji Inke Bhai Ko Teg E Dosar Bhej Di Aur Malak Se Phir Uski Khabar Bhej Di Lafata Ki Sada Abbhi Hai Char Su

You sent every virtue to the house of Muhammad Whatever was excellent, You sent something even better You sent the double-edged sword to his brother And sent the news of it through an angel The call of 'La Fata' (There is no hero but Ali) Still echoes in all four directions

Guftugu Kab Khudaie Ke Lehje Me Ki Kab Bhala Kibriaie Ki Lehje Me Ki Kab Takabbur Badhai Ke Lehje Me Ki Ya(ha)n To Har Baat Bhi Ke Lehe Me Ki Aa Rahi Ti Nabi Ko Ukhuwat Ki Bu

When did He speak in the tone of Divinity? When did He speak in the tone of Grandeur? When did He speak in the tone of pride or greatness? Here, every word was spoken in a tone From which the Prophet could smell The scent of brotherhood

Thi Mohammad Ko Hairat Ke Kya Raaz Hai Ya(ha)n To Koi Na Yaar Aur Na Gamsaz Hai Phir Yeh Hai Kaun Yeh Kiski Aawaaz Hai Yeh To Kuktch Mere Bhai Ka Aandaz Hai Aai Khuda Sach Bata Yeh Ali Hai Ke Tu

Muhammad was astonished, wondering what mystery this was There is no friend or companion here Then who is this, whose voice is this? This style is somewhat like my brother's O God, tell the truth: Is this Ali, or is it You?

Jinko Apne Buzurgon Se Pasti Mili Ilmo Irfan Ki Faka Masti Mili Deeno Iman Ki Tang Dasti Mili Apne Ajdad Se But Parasti Mili Unki Mehfil Me Bhi Aaj Hai Char Su

Those who inherited degradation from their ancestors Who found only the hunger of ignorance instead of knowledge and wisdom Who found poverty of faith and belief Who inherited idol-worship from their forefathers Even in their gatherings today (The mention of Ali) is everywhere