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- Lam Yaati Nazeeron-Naat of Imam Ahmad Raza (r.a) and Aj Sik Mitran Punjabi Kalam of Pir Mehr Ali Shah (r.a), recited by Al-Haj Siddique Ismail at International Mawlid un Nabi Conference, 1994, UIC, Chicago.Sponsored by Naqshbandiya Foundation for Islamic Education (www.nfie.com)
Lam YaAti Naziro Kafi Nazrin, Misle To Na Shud Paida Jaana. Jag Raaj Ko Taaj Torey Sar So, Hai Tujh Ko Shahey Do Sara Jaana. Ana Fi Atshiv Wa Sakha Ka Atam, Aey Gesu-Aey Paak, Aey Abr e Karam, Barsan Haare Rimjhim, Rimjhim, Do Boond Idhar Bhi Gira Jaana. Al Bahro Alaa wal Mavjo Tagha, Man Bekaso Tufaan Hosh Ruba, Manjdhaar Mein Houn Ya Rasulallah, Manjdhaar Mein Houn Bigri Hai Hawaa, Mori Nayya Paar Laga Jaana. Ar Rooho Fida Ka Fazid Harka, Yak Shola Digar Barzan Ishqa, Mora Tan, Man, Dhan, Sab Phoonk Diya, Yeh Jaan Bhi Pyaare Jala Jaana. Al Qalbo Shyjivm Wal Hamo Shujut, Dil Dar Chuna Jaan Zer Chuno, Pat Apni Bhi Pat Mein Kaaisay Kahoun, Mera Koun Hai Teray Siva Jaana. Bas Khaama-Aey Khaam Nawaaey Raza, Na Yeh Taraz Meri Na Yeh Rang Mera, Irshaade Ahibba NaAtik Tha, Nachaar Is Raah Para Jaana. Lumyati Nazeeruka fee Nazarin(English Translation) None like you was ever seen or created Lumyati Nazeeruka fee Nazarin Translated By: Prof. G.D. Qureshi None like you was ever seen or created; Authority stands in your person consummated. Waves of stormy seas flout every rule, Please rescue my boat from the whirlpool. On reaching Taybah; O Sun, You should pray His light may change my night into day. Your face is as bright as the full moon Let your grace and light fall on me soon I am thirsty; you are a symbol of generosity Not a shower, but a drop will satisfy me. O Pilgrims! In Taybah pro-long your stay My hearts sinks at the thought of our going away. In Madina I was always glad; Memory of that time now makes me sad. No one will listen to my tale of woe; For help o have nowhere else to go. Let my soul burn in your loves flame; To die in your service is my life's aim RAZA! It is not my style or norm Friends wished so I adopt this poetic form

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