A keresés eredménye oldal 3

One Tear

A flower that is a flower, it is not here,
even if it's already the middle of spring.
Even if my heart hopes,
I know love will not return,
and that's why I don't live anymore.
 
The river flows slower than ever,
the sky has no color anymore.
Since love went away,
since she left me here alone,
I still exist, but I no longer live.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more.
I'm aware that it won't help,
and I'm pretty sure that
not even time will heal me,
if my first love will not return.
 
A flower that is a flower, it is not here,
even if it's already the middle of spring.
Even if my heart hopes,
I know love will not return,
and that's why I don't live anymore.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more.
I'm aware that it won't help,
and I'm pretty sure that
not even time will heal me,
if my first love will not return.
 
And one tear falls down,
just one tear, no more...
 

Lord Jagannath, why are you so late in coming out?

Lord Jagannath, why are you so late in coming out?
Once in a year you come out on chariot, to uplift the downtrodden ones
 
The whole world has assembled to have a glance of yours
To vanquish all their grief and sorrow, looking at your face
 
The Gajapati king is standing on front, folding two hands over his head
With a golden handle, he sweeps the road on which the chariot will run soon
 
Friends, take out some time and savour this captivating scene
With this, Gauricharana (the poet) is going to the shadows of the chariot
 

Antique

Versions: #1
You will forever remain her toy,
because you fell for her
because you trusted her eyes
and now your soul goes after her
your heart is now an antique at her house
 
Look into your heart and ask
What about her that you are running after
My dear, her heart never loved you
And not a million years will change her
 
It's because you trusted her eyes
And now your soul goes after her
Your heart is now an antique at her house
 
When she tells you 'cry', you cry,
and when she tells you 'laugh', you laugh,
tell me, I wonder if you like the person you've become
when you are lost in the midst of loving her
 
It's because you trusted her eyes
And now your soul goes after her
Your heart is now an antique at her house
 

Ordinary

Versions: #2
My life is up atop of a tree, I won't bring it down for anyone,
I'll just stay there with respect, spitting out seeds of grass,
and by the morning, a meadow will grow, put right under my soles,
together with life, we nest here, you and me, the three of us,
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
 
Our fates are up atop of a tree, during the day it's cloudy,
you can only see the light of it at night, when sobriety goes to sleep,
and then by the morning, the sky falls, and folds another,
blue colored daydreams, and white sheep,
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
 
Look, my dream is carried by the wind, I can't even reach it by hand,
and it dances away on glass balls, on the carpet of endlessness,
and then it doesn't even look at me for days, it lives on paper ships,
then it brings its stolen treasures, for a single glance of yours,
My life is up atop of a tree, I won't bring it down for anyone,
I'll just stay there with respect, spitting out seeds of grass,
and by the morning, a meadow will grow, put right under my soles,
together with life, we nest here, you and me, the three of us.
 
Follow my trace, bend and put your face above it
See my shipwreck reaching your shore
 
I am drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk from your seasons,
which draw my most reckless craziness
I am drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk from your seasons,
which draw my most reckless craziness
 
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
and I let you see, see, see, and now noone can get between us,
between my hand and yours, between my hand and yours...
 

Out of the 60 dishes offered to you

Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen?
Then tell me, on what ground you made me a beggar of your street?
Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen
Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen
Then tell me, on what ground
Then tell me, on what ground you made me a beggar of your street?
Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen
 
If making me a beggar is your wish,If making me a beggar is your wish
Then so be it, I don't mind it at all
I won't go to your gates, I won't go to your gates
To ask for alms
Oh wishful, with your wishes, oh wishful, with your wishes
Fill up my bowl then
As you made me a beggar of your street
Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen
 
If your sleeping with your eyes open, Oh Lord
If your sleeping with your eyes open, Oh Lord
Then to whom shall I ask for
Shall I spread my arms before someone else, with you still being here?
Even if I return empty-handed, even if I return empty-handed
But I shall leave your street, as you made me a beggar of your street
Out of the 60 pots offered to you, which one have I stolen?
Then tell me, on what ground you made me a beggar of your street?
Then tell me, on what ground you made me a beggar of your street?
Made me a beggar of your street
 

Shake

You have found me
sleeping frowning
and I couldn't confess you how it haunts me in my dreams
that time goes by
without being able to
squeeze it early in the mornings
 
I have pretended
to be fragile
and you have found me
human
Full of scars in my soul
and hard spots in my feet,
with soft skin and cold eyes
With childish fears and an awful nose
 
And you find it sexy
 
I'd rather you drove me in any easy road
without many surprises,
but you occupied the passenger seat
to watch
how long I was able to get to in silence
 
I thought you would haunt me furtively
or by surprise in a safari
But you told me
I'm not afraid of you.
And you chose me free
and alone.
 
With the opportunity to mess it up and get dirty forever.
 
You preferred me
with unpainted lips
and untied hair
without ornaments
ready
to start
running.
 

Hit with your head

Under torture, behind the walls,
eyes filled with dread,
the man of pure wishes suffers and endures
the dull blows of the law.
Drowned by red bubbles,
his mute words rise
and crash against the wall

Winter, today I saw you dance

Winter, today I saw you dance
Dancing flakes lure me to the window
Swirl so lively and dance so beautifully
Your flakes, as if they would never go away
 
It feels like the heathlands, moorlands and marshes
Are covered in snow-white cloths
It already seems as if they are beginning to sleep
And will never wake up again
That often scared me about you
 
Winter, today I saw you dance
Dancing flakes lure me to the window
Swirl so lively and dance so beautifully
Your flakes, as if they would never go away
 
You almost buried the forest under cotton
You load every branch with it heavily
Your wind often seems to have sharp blades
And no longer carries the birds
That often bothered me about you
 
Winter, today I saw you dance
Dancing flakes lure me to the window
Swirl so lively and dance so beautifully
Your flakes, as if they would never go away
 
You make time to breathe, you bring me silence
I sit and read a book
I look out over my glasses
Your peaceful white cloth
Is enough to love you
 
Winter, today I saw you dance
Dancing flakes lure me to the window
Swirl so lively and dance so beautifully
Your flakes, as if they would never go away
As if they would never go away
 

Szláv (lélek)

Az állom leheletén fekete galamb szállt a tenyerembe.
Miért, mintha tudná, de aznap reggel fáradtan ébredtem.
Mintha vele szálltam volna, nehéz, ólom szárnyakkal,
és láttam a világot arany felhők mögé rejtve.
 
Ha fiatalon halok meg, síromra csak rozmaringot ültessél.
Ne engedd meg azt, a bús harmadik felvonást ne rendezzék.
Ne tartsanak szónoklatot, másnak szőjék a babérokat,
ha fiatalon halok meg, megállítva lépteim és álmomat.
 
Ó, ölelj most magadhoz, erősen ahogy csak lehet
és ne adj a fekete madárnak engemet.
 
Ó, ne, ne félj, gyorsan elmúlik ez,
csak kicsit bolond vagyok és szerelmes.
 
Véreimben az ősi észak remete
néha én sem tudom mi van vele,
 
Mért oly bolond, az örömből sző bánatot
ez a lélek, egyszerűen csak szláv vagyok.
 
Megrémít a fény mikor az égen milliónyi gyertya felvillan.
Hol van itt a vég? Ez a mélyre ásott sírgödör kinek van?
Miért is történik mindez, az ember bármit is rendez,
vagy azért vagyunk itt hogy a csillagok közt egyensúly legyen?
 
Ó, ölelj most magadhoz, erősen ahogy csak lehet
és ne adj a fekete madárnak engemet.
 
Ó, ne, ne félj, gyorsan elmúlik ez,
csak kicsit bolond vagyok és szerelmes.
 
Véreimben az ősi észak remete
néha én sem tudom mi van vele,
 
Mért oly bolond, az örömből sző bánatot
ez a lélek, egyszerűen csak szláv vagyok.
 

Suggestion

My honey, how are the things?
Time is working for us.
I was just thinking, why would we get wet in rain
When we could stay at your place?
 
It's raining, where would we go now?
Dark clouds above the city.
It's what it is - let's hide from the storm.
 
The heart beats like a military drum,
It's a dangerous sign
I'm in a crisis and whenever you're near
I black out.
 
Now, maybe, a record would be a good idea
Some music of the times gone by
Chubby Checker or some other similar ladykiller
 
Ever since I have known you
Old pictures have a new frame
Ever since I know you
Some ordinary things sound odd to me
 
I was alone
Like nobody else in the world, as far as I know
I was alone,
But that was long ago, as long ago as yesterday
 
Ladies' choice...
 
Tonight we could have gone
To a restaurant or a bar
Wherever we would have been
We would have been drinking
That's a problem, that's the exact thing
 
Why would I hide it? I'm bad when I drink,
I get into an argument and then I fight,
So it's better if the two of us stay here.
 
Ever since I have known you
Old pictures have a new frame
Ever since I know you
Some ordinary things sound odd to me
 
I was alone
Like nobody else in the world, as far as I know
I was alone,
But that was long ago, as long ago as yesterday
 
Comradettes' choice...
 

For the Graveyard Shift

Versions: #1
Do you see where I am now, at what age?
Strange birds, you know, soar through my dreams.
For I am still too young to think of passing,
And already too old to count the stars.
 
Do you hear the silence, that sound? Time is passing by,
It's buzzing and threatening us through the night, shivering like a cobra.
Don't you start with serious matters right now,
Come, cuddle up to me and be a good girl...
 
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...
 
Soon the day will down, another holiday,
They're all blue like dreams to you,
They're all the same to you,
You rarely wake up at six, only if you have to
When you have to take a trip or an exam...
 
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...
 
Sometimes I too search for the Golden Fleece,
Perhaps I'll dream of smoke, fire and steel.
It's not your fault, really, I love you so much.
Now give me a large goodnight kiss...
 
And then pour me another one, for the scapegoats,
For the jugglers,
Don't worry, I can handle a lot of it.
Pour another one, for those tired welders,
For the proletarians
Tonight it's on the graveyard shift...
 

A Ballad About Mister Almost and Madam Already

Mister Almost loved Madam Already
almost told her this, but he didn't quite say
the winter was cold and already passed
for Mister Almost and Madam Already
 
Madam Already walked with Mister Almost
she loved him and already gave him her hand,
the night was hot, the moon sailed
over Madam Already and Mister Almost
 
And another spring passed and another Autumn ended
and Mister Almost saw with a broken heart
how many years had he lost when he didn't express
his feeling of love to Madam Already
 
And another year passed, and one more
and Madam Already laid on a couch alone
thinking what was almost and then already lost
for Madam Already and Mister Almost
 
Many years have passed since, nothing has changed
Mister Almost loved Madam Already
almost told her this, but he didn't quite say
now already, was really a bit too late
 
Madam Already dwelled in a small house
almost occupied as well by Mister Almost
now no one lives in it
not Madam Already nor Mister Almost...
 

The Year of Silence

That day was chilly and the newspapers said
Rain will come, fall will come, winter will be long again
Cuddle me even closer and if there's a little wine left
Share your glass with me, just like in better times
 
This was the year of silence, it enclosed us, embraced us
So come, at least be a little bit of a fool
This was the year of silence, it almost hurt as it embraced us
So come, at least be a little bit of a fool
 
Come even closer, lay your head on my pillow
And the armor that protects you, falls to the ground, maybe
Don't talk, I don't need a song either, even songs aren't anymore
That on rough days, at least, were about us
 
This was the year of silence, it enclosed us, embraced us
So come, at least be a little bit of a fool
 
This was the year of silence, it almost hurt as it embraced us
So come, at least be a little bit of a fool
 
This was the year of silence, it slowly runs out like the moon
So come, at least be a little bit of a fool
 
This was the year of silence
 

Farewell ballad

You fill the time is over
Flower spring that fall asleep
Anything that never comes back, that flew
And was a river, an air, in your life
 
And you take kept in yourself
The cry of a ballad
Memories of a past
The beat of the old goat
 
Black nostalgia cover
Upon departure
Secrets of this city
I take them with me forever
 
Black nostalgia cover
Upon departure time
Secrets of this city
I take them with me forever
 
You know that the goodbye design
It's fire that burns us slowly
And in the slow closing of your eyes
Hope for a day here return
 
And you take kept in yourself
The cry of a ballad
Memories of a past
The beat of the old goat 1.
 
Black cloak cover of longing 2.
At the time of departure
Secrets of this town
I take them for all life
 
Black cloak cover of longing
At the time of departure
Secrets of this city
I take 'em with me forever
 

• 1. This ist not an animal (old goat), but the name that students give to the tower of the university of coimbra whose bell regulates university life by telling the time .
• 2. “longing” is the English word that seems closer to the meaning of the portuguese word “saudade”..

Windflower

I still dream
Like the faint moonlight in the night sky
That person in the dazzling memories
I vaguely think of it
 
On the petals flying in the wind
I feel your warm scent
As if passing by
The relationship that was short is now
It's my everything
 
With you under the same sky
That we are together
I'm afraid it will be erased
Up to the blue sea horizon
If you can walk
I won't let go of your hand
 
In the starlight embroidered in the sky
I feel your warm breath
With you like destiny
It remains like this
If you can breathe
 
With you under the same sky
That we are together
I'm afraid it will be erased
Up to the blue sea horizon
If you can walk
I won't let go of your hand
 
With you under the same sky
That we are together
I'm afraid it will be erased
Up to the blue sea horizon
If you can walk
I won't let go of your hand
 

The Shootout

I drank some mates1 as I stood in the kitchen,
I saw how the sun sprung itself on the world.
I looked at the time, it was a quarter 'til seven,
I already felt tired of waiting.
I started putting on my shirt and jeans,
I put the revolver in the shaft of my boot.
I lit a candle at the feet of San Antonio,
The patron saint of outlaws.
 
I flew on my motorcycle to the La Cucaracha bar
Where in silence, the boys were waiting for me.
Fernet with cola2 and whiskey with cigarettes,
Death smelled of tobacco and coffee.
The hit was more or less well planned,
More than two months finishing up the details.
Two of us robbing the cashiers
And me on the street in a rental car.
 
But you already know how these things happen,
There are always details left out of the script,
Some employee who leans on an alarm,
Some trigger that's in a hurry to respond.
The first shot hit me in my left hand,
I took the revolver from my boot and opened fire.
The police demanded that I give up:
'You're surrounded, there is no way to escape'.
 
'It's been ten years,' I replied, 'that I've been surrounded.'
Ten long years that I have not found even one job.
What good is it for me to be alive if I am dead,
I don't even need to wear a mask.
If they heard me, they paid me no mind
In an instant the shooting began.
I ended up flopping3on the sidewalk
After having emptied my magazine.
 
I think about this while I feel that my life
Is going to the side of death,
I have the revolver unloaded, and in my chest,
A very difficult hole to fill.
My face resting on the asphalt,
My hands cold, and even my breath hurts.
I know that it's daytime, but I feel like it's night,
I'll ask San Antonio about that.
 
I don't have anybody and I don't leave many things,
Just a motorcycle at the La Cucaracha bar,
Tell them everything and undo the padlock
She already knows where she's going to wait for me.
 

• 1. Mate is a tea made from the dried leaves of the yerba mate plant
• 2. 'Fernet con coca' consists of Italian amaro liqueur fernet and cola, served on ice.
• 3.
  'hacer sapo' in the glossary of Lunfardo and Argentinian local slang: Fracasar (to flop/fail/fall down)

Bala ul ulabay kamalay he

He reached the highest place by his perfection
 
He removed darkness with his beautiful reflection
 
Beautiful are all his attainments by satisfaction
 
Send blessings to him and his family with enormous affection
 

The Story Of Vasi Ladackom

Versions:
Do you know the story of Vasi Ladackom? I, too, heard it not too long ago.
Once, nine days, he hadn't come out of the tavern, they say he was of a peculiar sort...
His father was a meager peasant who fed seven hungry mouths.
His mother was blond, silent and gentle, hectic,
She died at thirty something...
 
They had a couple acres of land, a small house at the end of a narrow alley.
There was always bread on their table, just as much as they needed,
but Vasa wanted so much more.
 
He wanted wild horses, scattered on fields,
A pocket watch with a golden chain and manors...
He wanted fertile land, noble vineyards,
In stables harnessed mares, but he couldn't have them.
 
His love was pretty, but poor. He'd have taken her,
Had he known:
You love only once in life, now a rich one or a poor one,
That isn't decided by intelligence, but by heart...
 
He hoped that his love would pass. He forever left his village.
Never did he write to anyone, he married a rich woman,
The single daughter of some rich functionary.
 
He received wild horses, scattered on fields,
A watch with a golden chain and manors...
He received fertile land, noble vineyards,
In stables harnessed mares. He had everything, and had nothing.
 
Young, they say, was he when he died, in the middle of a tavern, from heart failure.
His head hung, as if he dreamt, as if he slept,
And they still remember what he last said...
 
Worthless are wild horses, scattered on fields,
Worthless are watches and manors,
Worthless are fertile field, noble vineyards,
Worthless are stables, mares...
 
When I'm not with the one I love,
When I'm not with the one I love.
 
Do you know the story of Vasi Ladackom? I, too, heard it not too long ago.
Even those similar to him, when they think about everything,
Say he was of a peculiar sort...
 

The Priest's Beautiful Daughter

I was still completely young,
I was hunting some pond birds, then,
When she came to bathe,
The priest's beautiful daughter.
She didn't know where I was,
That I watched her through the reeds and the sedge,
And across the river, night fell
Like a veil.
The moon smolders over a willow,
A swarm of stars glows in the sky,
And drops of water, as pearls,
That shine all over her...
O crazy heart, crazy dreams,
All my friends already became men,
While I wanted only one,
The priest's beautiful daughter.
With a strange song, rung the road
That winter, marriage came for her,
From far away, some people,
Stranger to me.
And I really passed through the alley,
The first snow was falling.
And sometimes, still, ring the bells,
That carry me away, who knows where?
To get married, I have time,
That is why, well, I stayed alone until now
And never since, did I meet
The priest's daughter.
One life, calm, silent
Sometimes I throw a card or write a verse
Things flow,
I stay above them.
And I kiss good ones, I kiss easy ones
Some true ones, and some not.
And they are all fairies, they are all queens,
And they are all irrelevant, compared to her...
 

The Bell's Ballad

A little boat
Comes right there, comes right there...
Ding! Dong!
In the little boat of Bethlehem!
 
Mister ferryman,
Who are you carrying in there?
Dang! Ding!
In Aladdin's little boat!
 
I'm carrying the prisoner
Just for one time...
Two! Three!
In the little boat of the Marquess!
 
At the beak of dawn,
She'll be married...
Ding! Dong!
She rocks back and forth in the little boat!
 
If you're keeping her locked,
Let her escape!
Dang! Ding!
In the vizier's little boat!
 
There she goes, kidnapped,
There she goes, holding hands...
Ding! Dang!
In the thief's little boat!
 

Nightowl

Nightowl,
My old suitcase is like a cocker, scratching onto the door in vain.
Two stars are making their nest in your eyes...
You're getting drowsy...
And it's warm here... Under this roof
On a safe ground... In the fortress of dreams.
Well, happy new year to you.
 
Nightowl,
The villains will croak but to touch you they must never
As the duplicates will be first to know who the unique one is.
 
When the world swoops... Turn your cheek.
God touches the flower that sprouts in a shadow.
Well happy new year to me too.
 
You always know the best way,
With you I easily defend our throne.
You are that thread, that rare spice
That gives it a special tone.
 
You are my little magician that brings salvation.
And all these clowns on conveyor belts can hurry on without us.
 
Nightowl...
If anyone looks for me, you can easily tell them I am long gone.
And be a darling and set the alarm for Wednesday... Thursday?
And it's frosty outside, foggy and cold.
And it's dark outside... but everything fits well, since I have you.
 
You always know the best way,
With you I easily defend our throne.
You are that thread, that rare spice
That gives it a special tone.
 
You are my little magician that brings salvation.
And all these clowns on conveyor belts can hurry on without us.
 
You always know the best way,
With you I easily defend our throne.
You are that thread, that rare spice
That gives it a special tone.
 
You always know the most beautiful words,
You even are more quiet than anyone else.
You have a laugh that cures me,
You even turn swear words into a verse.
 

My homeland is beautiful

A beautiful word, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
A beautiful song, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
 
My hope always was, oh my homeland .. to return to you, oh my homeland
And stay beside you always for long times
 
And the memories of all that has passed .. do you remember, my homeland?
My heart is full of stories .. do you remember, my homeland?
 
My first love was in my homeland
I could not forget it, my homeland
In long-ago days .. before the farewell
(Line not in song by Sleibi)
We used to say that separation was impossible
And every tear on my cheek falls
Filled with hope that we can stay here
In the sea of love .. along the two shores (of historic Palestine)
(Line not in song by Sleibi)
A beautiful word, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
A beautiful song, and two more .. my homeland is beautiful
Where is the love of my heart, my country?
Far away from me, my country
And every time I sing .. I think of him
Say, my love, why are you leaving me and where are you going?
Us two will sing the most beautiful tune
Oh, how beautiful is the word, 'my homeland' in a song of two lines!
Oh night, oh eye!
Oh eye, oh night!
 

Waiting for a Reply

I have sent
Letters for so many times
For you, love
(They) carried my emotions
But why
Your reply has not come
I am really tortured
And anxious waiting
 
Could you have forgotten
About the promise between us
I won't accept it
If you are playing with my love
I want you
To understand sincerely
How big
My love for you
 
Only your letter
If I miss you
That will cheer me up
Whenever I read it oh honey
Send it, love
The reply that I have been waiting for
Don't let
Me be anxious waiting
 

Kubala

Pele was Pele. And Maradona is one and enough
Di Stéfano was a well of tricks
Honor and glory to who made shine the sun
of our football of everyday
They all have their merits, each to his own
But for me there's nobody like Kubala
I beg you respectable silence
To make a resume for those who never enjoyed him.
 
He stops it with the head, he puts it down with the chest
And sleeps it with the left foot
And crosses the middle field with the ball
Attached to the boot.
He dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area
Fighting over the ball
He hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass
And back heels it
He pees on the central with a yours-and-mine
With dedicatory
And shoots it just to put it
On the way to glory
 
Long live the knowledge and the joy of the game
Decorated with a bit of fantasy
Football in colors, gourmet bite,
Crochet lace, a delight
 
When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest
When he sleeps it with the left foot
When he crosses the middle field with the ball
Attached to the boot.
When he dodges the midfielder and gets in the big area
Fighting over the ball
And he hides it with the body, pushes it with the ass
And back heels it
And he pees on the central with a yours-and-mine
With dedicatory
And shoots it just to put it
On the way to glory
 
Let me gloss the glory of those facts
As the Greeks did years before
With the joy of who played with him
And has his picture in his wallet
When he stops it with the head, when he puts it down with the chest
And he sleeps it with the left foot
 

He Reached such Heights with His Fortitude

O Lord
Lord
Long live our Lord
Lord
Long live our Lord
Lord
Allah
 
Let me make a chant out of (the verse) “Remember me”
Let me make a chant out of (the verse) “Remember me”
And sing to my beloved (the verse) “And I will remember you”
I’ll sacrifice my life for my beloved
Behold as I sacrifice myself for my beloved
And what a beloved do I have by the grace of Allah
By the grace of Allah
By the grace of Allah
 
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you (s.a.w) and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his (s.a.w) luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his (s.a.w) luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you (s.a.w) and your people
May peace be upon you (s.a.w)
 
On the night of union, O Mustafa (s.a.w)
He (s.a.w) left with a longing to get to his Lord’s throne
Then everything from the earth to the heavens
Was bathed in the light of his (s.a.w) luminescence
 
There are thousands of attributes of my beloved (s.a.w)
He (s.a.w) is like the spring in an eternal garden
When he (s.a.w) was on his Burraq
He (s.a.w) left like a lightning bolt
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your attributes
How beautiful are your attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
 
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
 
Where the Lord loves my Beloved (s.a.w)
Where the Lord loves my Beloved (s.a.w)
Then there is no need for “you”
There is no need for talk of separation and union
When there was no other there
Then it was the Lord who was united with you (s.a.w)
And it was the Lord who was separated from you (s.a.w)
What else can I say about this, but
That light became one with light
That light became one with light
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
May peace be upon you
 
This gaze, in this gaze of love and admiration
In this gaze of love and admiration
He (s.a.w) is the end and the beginning
He (s.a.w) is the word of the Lord and the truth
He (s.a.w) is (essence of surah) Yaseen and Taha
 
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
And enlightened the universe with his luminescence
How beautiful are your (s.a.w) attributes
May peace be upon you and your people
He (s.a.w) reached such heights with his fortitude
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
 
Lord
O Lord send prayers and peace always and forever
Forever O Lord, forever
Forever, on your Beloved (s.a.w) the best of your creation
 
Lord
Lord
O Mohammad (s.a.w) lord of both worlds and both creations
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)
O Mohammad (s.a.w)