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O Master of Madina, at least let me fulfil my wish I, your devotee, will leave this world once I’ve the sight of your luminous and handsome face O Muhammad, summon me to Madina For, there is no other remedy for my sorrows O Master, who should I turn to in times of trouble and crisis? I’ve no one but you to seek redress from Listen, my Provider, O Messenger of Allah I’ve no one but you to seek redress from You provide the succour to the tormented You stand by those who are forsaken I’m calling out again and again to you, O Messenger of Allah I’ve no one but you to seek redress from Unless all the troubles vanish from my life O Master, I’ll keep on calling out for you whom else but you would listen to my laments I’ve no one but you, Muhammad Listen to my invocations I’ll call upon you and you’ll listen you’11 keep my honour, please listen to my invocations Who else would heed my lamentation if not you? Listen to my invocations In my heart is a small desire, which I want to reveal To you I’ll be grateful if you listen to me my heart’s wish has come on my lips I beseech you, O Muhammad Listen to my invocations Where would I go from this Land (Madina) For, I won’t get succour anywhere else Where would I go after leaving your threshold? Though I’ve seen the whole world, but I still plead for Your summons Your mercy felt so abundant a pity on me That whatever I asked for you gave it to me No one is as generous as you No one is a worse beggar and wretched than I You are all-gracious and all-giver O King of Mecca, you are all gracious O Muhammad, glance towards the destitute With one gentle nod from you will change their fortunes with your gracious looks kindly throw a glance towards me so the fear of the hereafter vanishes from my heart I too am a seeker of your mercy and kindness Please just throws a glance my way, O Peoples’ King I’m only mere seeker of your generosity, for, what am I worth? But I’ve your kindness The blessings of the moon are due to you, O King of Madina I; your seeker does not listen I may be bad, a thief, a criminal or a useless person But, O Generous One, I still belong to you Limitless is my faults But I’ve the blessings of your bountifulness, which didn’t let me down Though I’m a combine of unfulfillment and regrets though I’m all faults, helpless and voiceless For the sake of your martyr-extraordinary grandson For, his is the only name I can think of Nadir, the poet, has only one wish O Prophet, protect my honour If even you forsake me Then I’ve no one to turn to |