Tu ameer e haram main faqeer e ajam
Tere gun aur yeh lab main talab hi talab
Tu ‘ata hi ‘ata main khata hi khata
Tu kuja man kuja
Tu kuja man kuja
You are the prince of the holy sanctuary and I am a destitute stranger, I am a humble aspirant, my sinful lips unworthy of singing your lofty praises
You are nothing but mercy and benefaction, and I am nothing but fault and indiscretion, Mine is a humble station, and yours exalted beyond imagination
My dwelling is on the humble soil, and you journey, Beyond even the seventh heaven to the Lote-Tree of the Extremity
Now the vast distances are getting shorter, And my eyes can now embrace the gates of your sanctuary, May the language of my tears be my expressions, My heart proclaims
Mine is a humble station, and yours exalted beyond imagination, It is indeed my good fortune that I amongst your nation , Reaching you is the reward I seek
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