With the wine of faith everyone cries, ‘Go on drinking.’
All the world rushes hither with no exception.
Your conference is held in remote Mecca and Medina.
All the world rushes hither with no exception.
Your conference is held in remote Mecca and Medina.
On the night of shab-e-qadr is sung the ‘ghazal’ of Koran.
Men women kings and beggars behold your beauty and get restless.
Whatever they carried they lay at your holy feet.
Your messenger ran to all corners of the world.
Your triumphant message got written every where.
So all came to join the meeting of the faithful.
A thousand ‘Belals’ gave the melodious call of ‘Azan.’
[Original: E kon modhur sharab dile; Translation: Abu Rushd]