Текст и перевод песни Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan - Hashr Mein Kuch Mile Na Mile

Hashr Mein Kuch Mile Na Mile

Allah ki ham jalwagari dekh rahe hai
Ya husn o jamaal e madni dekh rahe hain
Jis waqt padho salle allah aale muhammad
Samjho ke rasool arabi dekh rahe hain
Ilaaj ki nahi haajat dil o jigar ke liye
Bas nazar teri ik kaafi hai umar bhar ke liye
Hashar mein kuch mile na mile ya nabi
Kali kamli ka saaya mile ya nabi
Rusihakar mere aib khule jaate hain
Kamli waale mujhe kamli mein chchupaale aaja
Sarkar mujhe apna hi deewana bana lo
Sarkaar mujhe daaman e rehmat mein chchupaalo
Rusihakar mein aamal mere hain kale
Kali kamli mein chchupaalo meri sarkar mujhe
Aap ki chashme rehmat ke hain muntazir
Bekason ko sahaara mile ya nabi
Hai tere haath aasiyon ki laaj
Sab tere aastaan ke hain mohtaaj
Sabz ghumbad ke chchaaon mein aakar rahein
Aap ka gar ishaara mile ya nabi
Khaahish e kasre jannat nahin hai hamein
Aap hi ka dawara mile ya nabi
Waasta chaadar e bin-te-zehra hamein
Kuch nawaason ka sadka mile ya nabi
Manno salwah mein toh nahi chaahiye
Aapke dar ka tukda mile ya nabi
Hai zaheer e hazeen ki yahi aarzu
Hazre aswat ka bosa mile ya nabi

Memories of Heaven

In God, we see beauty and glory unfold,
Like a vision of paradise, a tale to be told.
In prayer, we connect with the Prophet so dear,
As if his presence guides us, dispelling all fear.
No need for a cure, my heart and soul find relief,
In the glimpse of your face, I find solace and belief.
Memories of heaven, may they linger in my heart,
As I seek your blessings, a shadow to restart.
My shortcomings laid bare, my flaws exposed,
In your compassion's embrace, I am safely disclosed.
Guide me, my beloved, make me a devotee,
In your boundless mercy, forever I will be.
My deeds are dark, my heart filled with dismay,
In your cloak of forgiveness, hide me away.
Your eyes of grace, a beacon for the lost,
May I find refuge in your presence, at any cost.
For the helpless, you are a sanctuary true,
All who seek your shelter, their hopes you renew.
Beneath the green dome, may I find my way,
Your guidance, my beacon, leading me each day.
No desire for paradise, no worldly gain,
Your threshold is my heaven, my eternal sustain.
By Fatima's veil, I implore your grace,
May your blessings uplift me, in this sacred space.
Not manna from heaven, I seek your hand,
A morsel from your door, a treasure I understand.
My humble wish, a longing I hold dear,
To kiss the stone of the Prophet, to feel his presence near.