Rukh Peh Rehmat Ka Jhomer Sajaye - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan перевод на английский

Rukh Peh Rehmat Ka Jhomer Sajaye

Aaa
Ya-Rub Batufail E Rasool Us Saqlain
Ya-Rub Fatahe Badr O Hunain
Isi Aane Mara Do Hissa Qundar Ara Saat
Neem E Ba Hasan Ba Bakhsh Neem E Ba Hussain
Jo Teri Rehmat Ka Munkir Ho Wo Mera Dil Nahi
Mangna Jiss Ko Na Aaye Wo Koi Sa′il Nahi
Ey Karam Parwar Karam Mere Gunahhon Per Na Ja
Rehm Ke Qabil Hoon Mein Insaaf Ke Qabil Nahi
Zubaan Per Jab Mohammad Mustafa Ka Naam Aata Hai
Bari Taskeen Hoti Hai Bara Aaram Aata Hai
Mohammad Mustafa Ka Naam Bhi Kia Ism E Aazam Hai
Jahaan Koi Na Kaam Aaye Wahaan Yeh Kaam Aata Hai
Allah Ki Hum Jalwagari Daikh Rahay Hein
Ya Husn O Jamal E Madani Daikh Rahay Hein
Jiss Waqt Parho Salle Alla Aale Mohammad
Samjho Ke Rasool E Arabi Daikh Rahay Hein
...Hargiz Na Ghuroor Say Ghazab Say Baitho
Darbar E Mohammad Mein Adab Say Baitho
Rukh Peh Rehmat Ka Jhoomar Sajayey
Qamli Walay Ki Mehfil Saji Hai
Rehmat Ka Jhoomar Saja'ay
Karam Bun Ker Wafa Bun Ker Sakha Bun Ker Ata Bun Ke
Khuda Ka Noor Utra Aasman Say Mustafa Bun Ker
Rehmat Ka Jhoomar Saja′ay
Rukh Peh Rehmat Ka Jhoomar Sajayey
Qamli Walay Ki Mehfil Saji Hai
Mujh Ko Mehsoos Yeh Ho Raha Hai
Unki Mehfil Mein Jalwagari Hai
(Aashiqo?) Tum Agar Chahte Ho
Ho Ziarat Dar-E-Mustafa Ki
Ho Ziarat Dar-E-Mustafa Ki
Ho Ziarat Dar-E-Mustafa Ki
Maza Tab Hai Ke Ub Yoon Hi Basar Ho
Haram Mein Shaam Taiba Mein Sahar Ho
Ibadat Ho To Itni Motabar Ho
Mera Sir Ho Nabi Ka Sung-E-Dar Ho
Dar E Aaqa Pe Aisay Jaan Nikle
Zubaan Per Naam Gumbad Per Nazar Ho
Meri Aahon Mein Ya-Rub Yeh Asar Ho
Yahaan Tarpoon Madine Mein Khabar Ho
Yoon Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Ho Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Ho Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Ho Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Ilahi Aarzo-E-Deeda-E-Purnam Nikal Ja'ay
Nikal Ja'ay Ma′aal-E-Koshish-E-Pai′ham Nikal Ja'ay
Bharosa Kiss Ko Hai Kia Janay Dam Kiss Dam Nikal Ja′ay
Ilahi Mere Dil Say Fikr-E-Pech-O-Kham Nikal Ja'ay
Mohammad! Ya Mohammad! Kehte Kehte Dam Nikal Ja′ay
Yoon Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
Dar-E-Mustafa Ki Ho Ziarat Mujhe
(Aashiqo?) Tum Agar Chahte Ho
Ho Ziarat Dar-E-Mustafa Ki
Dil Ki Janib Nigahein Jhuka Lo
Samnay Mustafa Ki Gali Hai
...Meri Jholi Bhi Sirkar Bhar Do Aap Ne Sub Ki Jholi Bhari Hai
Meri Jholi Bhi Sirkar Bhar Do Aap Ne Sub Ki Jholi Bhari Hai
Meri Jholi Bhi Sirkar Bhar Do Aap Ne Sub Ki Jholi Bhari Hai
Meri Jholi Bhi Sirkar Bhar Do Aap Ne Sub Ki Jholi Bhari Hai
Woh Samaa Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga
Woh Samaa Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga
Woh Samaa Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga
Woh Samaa Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga
Ga'ay To Aur Bhi Laikin (Nata?) Arsh E Bareen Pochhe
Hareem-E-Naaz Mein Bus Rehmat-Ul-Lil-Alamin Pochhe
Shab-E-Mairaj Jab Wo Khaas Parde Ke Qareeb Pochche
Sada Parde Say Aati Thi Ke Aa Tum Say Kia Parda
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Mehshar Mein Wohi Jins Khareedein Gai Mohammad
Jiss Jins Ka Koi Bhi Khareedar Na Hoga
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga Woh Sama
Woh Samaa Kaisa Zeeshan Hoga
Jab Khuda Mustafa Say Kahay Ga
Ub To Sajde Say Sir Ko Utha Lo
Aap Ki Sari Ummat Bari Hai
Mujh Ko Fikr E Shafa′at Ho Kiyon Ker
To Kareemon Ka Saya Hai Sir Per
Ik Taraf Rehmat E Mustafa Hai
Ik Taraf Lutf E Maula Ali Hai
Rukh Pe Rehmat Ka Jhomar Saja'ay Qamli Walay Ki Mehfil Saji Hai...

The Graceful Sway of Mercy Upon Your Face

Aaa
Oh Lord, Helper of the Messenger, of the two worlds,
Oh Lord, Victor of Badr and Hunain,
Grant me a share in the seven portions of Kauthar,
Half for the sake of Hasan, half for Hussain.
If there's one who denies Your mercy, it's not my heart,
He who knows not how to ask, is no beggar at all.
Oh Nurturer of kindness, let not your grace be hindered by my sins,
I am deserving of mercy, not of justice.
When the name of Mohammad Mustafa graces my lips,
Great solace and comfort washes over me.
Mohammad Mustafa's name, is it not the Greatest Name?
Where all else fails, this name prevails.
We witness the splendor of God,
We behold the beauty and grace of Madina.
When you recite prayers upon Mohammad, the family of Mohammad,
Know that you are witnessing the Messenger of Arabia.
...Never sit with arrogance or anger,
In the court of Mohammad, sit with respect.
The graceful sway of mercy adorns your face,
The gathering of the Qamli Wala is set.
Let the sway of mercy adorn you,
Coming as kindness, as loyalty, as a friend, as a helper,
The light of God descended from the heavens as Mustafa.
Let the sway of mercy adorn you,
The graceful sway of mercy adorns your face,
The gathering of the Qamli Wala is set.
I can feel it,
There is a splendor in their gathering.
(Oh lovers?) If you desire,
To visit the door of Mustafa,
To visit the door of Mustafa,
To visit the door of Mustafa,
The true joy is to spend life thus,
Evenings in the Haram, mornings in Taiba.
May my worship be so accepted,
That my head rests at the Prophet's doorstep.
May my life depart at the Master's door,
With his name on my tongue, my gaze on the Green Dome.
May my sighs have such an effect, Oh Lord,
That news of them reaches Madina from here.
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
Oh God, may the longing of my yearning eyes be fulfilled,
May the fruit of my constant efforts be attained,
Who knows whom to trust, who knows when breath might depart,
Oh God, may the worry of hardship and pain leave my heart,
May my last breath escape while uttering Mohammad! Ya Mohammad!
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
May I visit the door of Mustafa in this way,
(Oh lovers?) If you desire,
To visit the door of Mustafa,
Lower your gaze towards your heart,
The street of Mustafa lies before you.
...Fill my bag too, Oh Master, you have filled everyone's bag,
Fill my bag too, Oh Master, you have filled everyone's bag,
Fill my bag too, Oh Master, you have filled everyone's bag,
Fill my bag too, Oh Master, you have filled everyone's bag,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
The singers sang, but the Exalted Throne inquired,
In the sanctuary of grace, the Mercy to all the worlds is asked for,
On the night of Ascension, when He approached the special veil,
A voice came from behind the veil, "Come, what veil is there between you and Me?"
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
On Judgement Day, only Mohammad will purchase those souls,
For whom there will be no other buyer.
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
How glorious will that assembly be,
When God says to Mustafa,
Now lift your head from prostration,
Your entire community is saved,
Why should I worry about intercession,
When the shadow of the Generous One is upon their heads.
On one side is the mercy of Mustafa,
On the other side is the grace of Master Ali.
The graceful sway of mercy adorns your face, the gathering of the Qamli Wala is set...