AAKA KO PUKAR BANDE AAKA KO PUKAR NAAT LYRICS
aaka ko pukar bande aaka pukar
inshaallah ho jaega tera bera paar
aaka ko pukar bande……………….
unke hath me cool kunji hai
rab ne unhe mukhtar kiya
hum ko unka mangta banaya
or unhe sarkar kiya
jo sarkar ke dar ka gada hai
wo khud hai mukhtar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
kya kehana darbare nabi ka
uski shaan hi aali hai
har giz na mehrum wo lota
us dar ka jo sawali hai
aao chale ab suae madina
chhor ke sab dharbar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
aala hazarat ne yaro ye
sabak hame sikhlaya hai
jo gustakhe khuda wa nabi hai
apna nahi wo paraya hai
ha aise gustakho par
maula ki hai fitkar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
kyu gamgin hai tu ae ‘sayyid’
dar par wo bulwaenge
ranjo gam sab dur karege
soae bhug jagaenge
or bhi koy unke siwa hai
dukhiyo ka gam-khwar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
apni to pahechan yahi hai
apni to hai shaan yahi
daman mai kuchh or nahi hai
dil mai hai armaan yahi
itni parhu me unki naate
razi ho sarkar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
yade nabi me tu ae ‘razwi’
unki midahat karta ja
deewaro ka dil bhar aae
zom ke naate parhata ja
jald madine jaaega tu
lagate hai aasar
aaka ko pukar bande………………..
Call out to the Master, call out to the Lord
InshaAllah, you will cross over successfully
Call out to the Master, O servant, call out
In his hands is the key to success
God has made him successful
He has made us his devotees
And he himself is the Master of all
The one who holds the sceptre of the Master’s court
He himself is the chosen one
What can one say about the court of the Prophet
His glory is supreme
None who ask leave empty-handed
From the court that asks
Let us now go to the city of Madina
Leaving behind all other courts
Ala Hazrat has taught us
To shun those who disrespect God and the Prophet
Yes, for such transgressors
The Master’s anger is great
Why are you so sorrowful, O Sayyid?
They will call you to the court
They will banish all sorrow and grief
And wake the sleeping ones
There is no one but him
Who consoles the afflicted
This is our identity, our pride
There is nothing else in our hands
But our hearts have a desire
And I recite his praises in his name
In the memory of the Prophet, O Razvi
Keep praising him
Fill the hearts of the walls with your love
And keep reciting the verses
Soon you will go to Madina
Leaving behind a trail of blessings
Call out to the Master, O servant, call out