jra nigahe karam aye khuda
idhar karde khataye humse hui hai
tu dar gujar kar de
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwardigar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwardigar
kali kamli wale ke sadke, meri sunle pukar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwardigar
kali kamli wale ke sadke, meri sunle pukar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwaridgar

apne bando ko bachaya tune har tufan me
ruh ki kashti kinare pe laga di aan me
husn yusuf ko diya, aawaz di dayud ko
tune di jhuthi khudai ki saja
namrud ko
tune ibrahim ko kab, aag me jalne diya
thi jaha par aag ek gulshan waha par paida kiya
rahmato ka teri humse ho nahi sakta sumar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwaridgar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwaridgar

neel ne musa ko apne,peeth se rasta diya
magar usi dariya ne, phir unka lashkar kiya
ek kuwari maa ke bete ko masiha kar diya
jisne tere hukm se, murdo ko zinda kar diya
maajra dushman abhi ka, dekh kar ghabra gaya
jab aba dilo ka lashkar, hathiyo par cha gaya
teri lathi me nahi awaaz, parkari hai waqt
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwaridgar
mere malik mere data, aye mere parwaridgar

tera rutba sabse uncha, sabse aala tera nam
allah hu akbar allah hu akbar
tera rutba sabse uncha, sabse aala tera nam
aadmi ho ya farishte, sab hai tere hi gulam
mangte hai hum mohammad
mustufa ke naam par
sher hak maula ali mushkil, kusha ke nam par
jis tarah yakub ki aankho ko di thi roshni
aaj ek lachar ki phir dur kar de bebasi
apni kudrat ka tamasha, phir dikha de ek bar
phir dikha de ek bar, phir dikha de ek bar

Cast a gaze of grace, O God, descend,
Forgive the failings, the sins that offend.
Pass over our transgressions, let mercy flow,
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.

For the sake of the Prophet, in his dark cloak's embrace,
Hearken to my plea, find my resting place.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.
For the sake of the Prophet, in his dark cloak's embrace,
Hearken to my plea, find my resting place.

From every tempest, your grace did defend,
Our souls' frail vessels, to safe shores extend.
To Yusuf, beauty, to Dawood, a voice you lent,
To Nimrod, the lie of false godhead, you sent
A just punishment, a lesson to learn,
Did Abraham in flames, ever truly burn?
Where fire blazed, a garden you did create,
Your mercies boundless, beyond our fate.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.

The Nile gave way, for Moses to tread,
Then swallowed their legions, by its depths misled.
A virgin's son, a Messiah you made,
Whose word resurrected, the souls that decayed.
The foe trembled, witnessing the might,
Of the army of hearts, eclipsing the light
Of elephants, a spectacle so grand.
Your rod silent, yet the world at your command.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.
My Master, my Giver, my Lord, you know.

Your glory surpasses, your name is supreme,
Allah is Greatest, the echoing dream.
Your glory surpasses, your name is supreme,
Men and angels, to you, we all stream.
We implore you, through Muhammad's name,
Mustafa's legacy, a burning flame.
Through Ali, the Lion, solver of all woes,
As you brought light to Jacob, as everyone knows.
Relieve the helpless, of burdens they bear,
Show once again, your power beyond compare.
Show once again, show once again, show once again.