Shamas Ud Doha Badar Ud Doja - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan Übersetzung ins Englische

Shamas Ud Doha Badar Ud Doja

Yaa Khudaa jism meN jab tak ye mere jaan rahe
Tujh pe sadqe, tere mehbuub pe qurbaan rahe
Kuch rahe yaa na rahe, par ye du'aa hai ke "Ameen"
Nizaa ke vaqt salaamat meraa iimaan rahe

Taaziim se letaa hai Khudaa naam-e-Muhammad
Kyaa naam hai ai salle-alaa naam-e-Muhammad
Allah kare usko haraam aatish-e-dozaKh
Jis shakhs ke dil pe likhaa ho naam-e-Muhammad

Jis dil meN Muhammad kii muhabbat nahiiN hotii
Us par kabhii Allah kii rahmat nahiiN hotii
Meraa ye aqiidaa hai agar zikr-e-Khudaa meN
Ye naam na shaamil ho ibaadat nahiiN hotii

Rabb ne farmaayaa merii qudrat kii hadd ko'ii nahiiN
Aur mere mehbuub kii rahmat kii hadd ko'ii nahiiN
Jab malak samjhe nahiiN to aadmii samjhegaa kyaa
Amina ke laal kii azmat kii hadd ko'ii nahiiN

Khudaa kaa nuur tujh meN huu-ba-huu hai
Khudaa pinhaaN magar tuu ruu-ba-ruu hai
Terii azmat kaa andaazaa ho kis ko
Khudaa hai aur Khudaa ke baad tuu hai

Shams-ud-duhaa Badr-ud-dujaa terii baRii tauqiir hai
Suurat terii shaah-e-umam, Allah kii tasviir hai

Aisii suurat terii kamlii vaale

Allah ne paas bulaa hii liyaa
Bin dekhe Khudaa bhii rah na sakaa

Tumhaaraa saanii risaalat-mu'aab ho na sakaa
Tumhaaraa ko'ii kahiiN bhii javaab ho na sakaa
Rasuul aur bhii aaye jahaan meN lekin
Ko'ii bhii saahib-e-ummul kitaab ho na sakaa

Meraaj meN Jibriil se kahne lage shaah-e-umam
Tuune to dekhe haiN hasiiN, batlaao to kaise haiN ham
Ruuh-ul-Khudaa kahne lagaaa, ai naazniiN haq kii qasam

Mere sohne kamlii vaalaRyaa, teraa aashiq kul zamaanaa ve
Tere husn kii kyaa taariif karaaN, rabb aap teraa diivaanaa ve

Royaa shab-e-hijraaN meN bahut ashq bahaayaa
Itne meN musavvir ko zaraa rahm jo aayaa
Naqshe ka'ii tasviiroN ke saamne vo laayaa
Bola, ke ye Yusuf haiN, ye Isaa haiN, ye Musaa
Maine kahaa inmeN se kisii par nahiiN shaidaa
Jab saamne laayaa vo shabiih-e-shah-e-vaalaa
Be-saaKhtaa us vaqt zubaaN se merii niklaa

Duniyaa se kyaa, roz-e-jazaa unkaa hai mujhko aasraa
MaiN huuN Ghulaam-e-mustafaa kaisii merii taqdiir hai
Vallail ho yaa kah-kashaaN, zulf-e-nabii par hai fidaa
IsmeN baNdhe haiN do-jahaaN, kitnii hasiiN zanjiir hai

Dushman bhii kahte haiN yahii, kyaa baat hai sarkaar kii
Na aaNkh meN qahr-o-Ghazab, na haath meN shamshiir hai

Shamas Ud Doha Badar Ud Doja

Oh God, as long as I have life in my body,
I sacrifice myself for you and your beloved.
Whether there is anything left or not, this is my prayer: "Amen"
May my faith be safe at the time of death.

God takes the name of Muhammad with reverence.
What a name, O best of all, the name of Muhammad.
May God forbid him from the fire of hell,
Whose heart is inscribed with the name of Muhammad.

The heart in which there is no love for Muhammad,
Upon it the mercy of God never falls.
My belief is that if in the remembrance of God,
This name is not included, it is not worship.

The Lord said, there is no limit to my power,
And there is no limit to the mercy of my beloved.
When the angels do not understand, how will a human understand?
There is no limit to the dignity of the son of Amina.

The light of God is in you, exactly the same.
God is hidden, but you are face to face.
Who can know your rank,
You are with God and after God.

Shams-ud-duhaa Badr-ud-dujaa, your honor is great,
Your appearance is like the king of the Imams, the image of God.

Your face is like this, O one who wears a blanket.

God has called you himself,
Even God could not stay away without seeing you.

No one could be your equal in prophecy,
No one could answer you anywhere.
Other prophets have come into the world,
Yet none could be the master of the book.

In the Miraj, the king of the Imams said to Jibril,
You have seen the beautiful, tell me, how am I?
The Spirit of God said, O graceful one, I swear by the truth,

My beautiful one, who wears a blanket, the whole world is your lover.
How can I describe your beauty, God himself is your lover.

I wept in the night of separation, I shed many tears,
Then the painter took pity on me.
He brought several pictures before me,
He said, these are Yusuf, Isa, Musa.
I said, I am not in love with any of them.
When he brought the likeness of the king of the saints before me,
Unknowingly, at that time, it came out of my tongue.

What is the world to me, I have hope in the day of judgment.
I am the slave of Mustafa, how lucky I am!
Whether it is night or day, I am devoted to the hair of the Prophet.
Both worlds are tied in it, what a beautiful chain it is.

Even enemies say this, what is the matter with the government?
Neither the anger nor the sword is in my hand.