shah ka rutba shehanshaho si teri baat hai
shah ka rutba shehanshaho si teri baat hai
ho shaho ka jo shah uska tere sar pe hath hai
shaho ka jo shah uska tere sar pe hath hai
tere kadmo ke tale mitti bhi sona ban gayi
jar hua dushman jaha shamshir teri tan gayi ha
tu vali hai tu meherbaan hai nigheban hai tuhi
hai farishte bhi barastish me teri kurban wallah
tu vali hai tu meherban hai nigheban hai tuhi
ban gaya ksanun jo bhi tu likhe parvan wallah ho

nazaara jannato ka aaj tere rubaru hai
tera lakhte jigar saaya hai tera hubahu hai
ha sadke aaj uske sar ke sehre ke sabhi hai
ke teri saltanat ke takht ka woh jaan-e-sheen hai
gurur ye jalwa rahe, udta puha mukhta rahe
teri jeet ki raftaar se har haar hai istaa rahe
teri kismat khud tere haatho khilauna ban gayi
jar hua dushman jaha shamsheer teri tan gayi
tu vali hai tu meherban hai nigehban hai tuhi
hai farishte bhi barastish me teri kurbaan wallah
tu vali hai tu meherban hai nigehban hai tuhi
bann gaya kanun jo bhi tu likhe parvan wallah ho

gar diwaane aam na ho koi akbar na hua
jo tumhare sar jhuke toh shenshah main hua
allah raha mera har pal haafiz to safar yeh tai hua
gar diwaane aam na ho koi akbar na hua
ya wallah ya maula, ya wallah ya maula
ya wallah ya maula
chaar majboot naujawaan kandhe
tujhko tere khuda ne bakshe hai
inke haatho ki jo lakeere hai
tere dono jahan ke nakshe hai
zindagi to har kadam nayi dishaat hai
ye hi to mere shehmat hai
ye dono meri kayenaat hai ya
chaar majboot naujawan kandhe
tujhko tere khuda ne bakshe hai
inke haatho ki jo lakeere hai
tere dono jahan ke nakhshe hai
ya wallah ya maula, ya wallah ya maula
ya wallah ya maula, ya wallah ya maula

The king's decree, your words, a king's command,
The king of kings, his hand upon your land.
Beneath your feet, the dust turns into gold,
Where foes once stood, your blade, a story told.

You are the guardian, the merciful, the guide,
Angels themselves in reverence abide,
You are the guardian, the merciful, the guide,
Each written decree, a law, the world inside.

The gardens of paradise, today, they bloom for you,
Your heart's delight, a shadow, mirroring you.
All sacrifice, today, to adorn his brow,
For he's the jewel, upon your kingdom's throne, somehow.
Let this glory endure, let the banner fly,
Like your victory's pace, where defeats die.
Your destiny, a toy within your hand,
Where foes once stood, your blade, a story planned.
You are the guardian, the merciful, the guide,
Angels themselves in reverence abide,
You are the guardian, the merciful, the guide,
Each written decree, a law, the world inside.

Without public praise, no Akbar could arise,
Bow to your will, and I, a king, will rise.
Allah, my protector, each moment, my guide,
Without public praise, no Akbar could abide.
Ya Allah, Ya Maula, Ya Allah, Ya Maula,
Ya Allah, Ya Maula.

Four strong young shoulders, a gift divine,
From God himself, their purpose to define.
The lines upon their hands, a map to see,
Of both the worlds, for you eternally.
Life unveils new paths with every stride,
These are my champions, my strength and pride.
These two, my universe, my everything,
Four strong young shoulders, the joy they bring.
From God himself, their purpose to define,
The lines upon their hands, a map to see,
Of both the worlds, for you eternally.
Ya Allah, Ya Maula, Ya Allah, Ya Maula,
Ya Allah, Ya Maula, Ya Allah, Ya Maula.