Aftab-E-Risalat Madine Mein Hai, Pt. 2 - Sabri Brothers traduction en anglais

Aftab-E-Risalat Madine Mein Hai, Pt. 2

Dehli to dulhan bani dulha Nizamudddin
Saare hind ke baadshaa khwaja Moinuddin
Sabz Gumbad ka manzar hai peshe e nazar
Yaad taiba kiaati hai Ajmer main

Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat

Mere khwaja ka dhola sa gumbad
Chandni main nahaaya hua hai
Saada saada sa roze ka manzar
Har nazar main samaya hua hai
Naam e Khwaja main aisi kashish hai
Ek zamane pe chaya hua hai
Bharli usne muraadon se jholi
Jispe daaman ka saya hua hai
Aap ki simt uthti hai jo bhi nazar
Aap ki simt uthti hai jo bhi nazar
Mudduaa apna paati hai Ajmer mein
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main

Aap sultan e Hind Khwaja e khwajgan
Aap beshak hain sab ke liye meherban
Roz bante hein bigde muqaddar yahan
Chashma e faiz hai aapka aastan
Dar pe aayenge deewane jo sar ke bal
Dar pe aayenge deewane jo sar ke bal
Jab aqeedat bulati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main

Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main

Dar pe Ek baanj aaurat ne ki ilteja
Meri aulaad ho jaye to baa khuda
Khwaja bache ko chaukhat pe laungi main
Deg Ajmer aakar chadhaungi main
Rab se khwaja ne uske liye ki duaa
Hogaya uska poora jo yeh muddaaa
Leke bache ko aayi o Ajmer main
Haadsa uspe guzra ye kuch Der main
Sath uske saheli thi aayi hui
Jab chadhi Deg to paas thi o khadi
Gode main uske bacha tha hansta hua
Deg main o achanak uchalkar gira
Ro padi kehke o haaye bachaa meraaaa
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Saahab ji sultan ji tum bade gareeb nawaz
Apna karke rakhiyo sohaagan ki yeh laaj
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Shabbir o shabbar ke liye
Masoom asghar ke liye
Sajde main jo sar kat gaye the
Lillah us sar ke liye
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Muhammed par jo utra hai usi quraan ka sadqa
Ape peer o murshid khwaja e usman ka sadqa
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Mere chudiyon ki laaj piya rakhna
Mere chudiyon ki laaj piya rakhna
O kehne layi ab khud rakhna
O kehne layi ab khud rakhna
Mera bhaag suhaag tumai se hai
Mera bhaag suhaag tumai se hai
Main to tumhi pe sab luta baithi
Main to tumhi pe sab luta baithi mere khwaja
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya
Rakhnaa phir laaj dukhiya ki khwaja piya

Jo duaon se khwaja ke paida hua
Deg kaise jalati use phir bhala
Aanch uspar na aayi khuda ki kasam
Rakh liya mere khwaja ne uska bharam
Mere Khwaja ki adna karamat hai yeh
Mere Khwaja ki adna karamat hai yeh
Jo nazar roz aati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai

Chasm e rehmat se jis dam ishaara hua...
Doobti kashtiyon ko bhi kinara mila...
Aapne bekason ko sahara diya
Chasm e be noor ko bhi nazara diya
Bhooke pyason pe aisi nigah e karam...
Roz jaari hai langar khuda ki qasam
Kyun na mehke bhala faiz ka gulsitaan
Kyun na mehke bhala faiz ka gulsitaan
Khushbu taiba se aati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Madine Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main
Aaftab e risaalat Madine main hai
Aur kiran jhagmagati hai Ajmer main

Aftab-E-Risalat Madine Mein Hai, Pt. 2

Delhi became a bride, the groom Nizamuddin
The emperor of all of India, Khwaja Moinuddin
The view of the Green Dome is before my eyes
Remembering Medina in Ajmer

The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood

My Khwaja's white dome
Bathed in moonlight
The simple view of the shrine
Contained in every glance
The name of Khwaja has such a pull
It has shadowed over an era
He has filled the bag with wishes
On whom the shadow of the hem has fallen
Every glance that rises towards you
Every glance that rises towards you
Finds its prayer answered in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer

You are the Sultan of Hind, Khwaja of Khwajgan
You are truly merciful to all
Broken destinies are made whole here every day
Your court is a fountain of grace
Devotees will come at your door, offering their hair
Devotees will come at your door, offering their hair
When faith calls in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer

The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer

At the door, a barren woman pleaded
If only I could have children, by God
I will bring the child to the cauldron, Khwaja
I will climb up, coming to Ajmer
The Khwaja prayed to the Lord for her
This wish was fully granted to her
She came to Ajmer with the child
This incident happened to her shortly
She had come with a friend
She was standing nearby as the cauldron climbed
The child was laughing in her lap
Suddenly he jumped and fell into the cauldron
She cried out alas my child
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Master, Sultan, you are a great benefactor of the poor
Protect the honor of this married woman
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
For the sake of Shabbir and Shabbar
For the sake of innocent Asghar
The heads that were cut off in prostration
For the sake of that head, Lord
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
For the sake of the Quran that descended upon Muhammad
For the sake of our peer and Murshid Khwaja Usman
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of my bangles, my love
Protect the honor of my bangles, my love
Now you tell him to protect it himself
Now you tell him to protect it himself
My fortune and prosperity are with you
My fortune and prosperity are with you
I have sacrificed everything for you
I have sacrificed everything for you, my Khwaja
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya
Protect the honor of this miserable one again, my Khwaja Piya

The one who was born through Khwaja's prayers
How could the cauldron burn him
By God, the heat did not touch him
My Khwaja took care of his safety
This is just a small miracle of my Khwaja
This is just a small miracle of my Khwaja
The glance that comes to Ajmer every day
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina

The moment his merciful eyes gestured...
Even sinking ships found shore...
You gave shelter to the helpless
You gave sight to the blind
Such a merciful gaze upon the hungry and thirsty...
The food distribution continues every day, by God
Why shouldn't the garden of grace blossom
Why shouldn't the garden of grace blossom
The fragrance of Medina comes to Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
Medina Medina is
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer
The sun of Prophethood is in Medina
And its rays are shining in Ajmer