allah ke rasul ka farman-e-aam hai
is naam me namaaz ka pehla makam hai
aye momino suno yeh karamat namaaz ki
aye momino suno yeh karamat namaaz ki
jannat me le ke jayegi aadat namaaz ki
jannat me le ke jayegi aadat namaaz ki
jannat me le ke jayegi aadat namaaz ki aye momino suno
yeh karamat namaaz ki aye momino suno

ek vakya sunata hu tumko namaaz ka
ek mozila batata hu tumko namaaz ka
dilli me ek ladki badi honhaar thi sirat me badi nek ibabat gujar thi
ghar ghar namaaz ja ke vo baccho ko sikhati
tasvi kiya karti thi har waqt khuda ki kahti thi ki khidmat
ka sabak deti hai namaaz shaitan ko insan bana leti hai namaaz
banda vahi hai jisko hai chahat namaaz ki
aye momino suno yeh karamat namaaz ki aye momino suno

ek roj uske chehere ki jo khil gayi kali
mayke se doli uth gayi sasural aa gayi
shadi ki raat me bhi na bhuli namaaz
ko shauhar se kaha waqt-e-fazar
aap bhi pado har haal me namaaz musalma pe farz hai
jab tak ye zindagi hai khuda ka ye karz hai
bola ke is namaaz se kuch fayda
nahi fir ghis rahi hai kis liye tu apni ye jawi
dil me nahi thi uske mohabbat namaaz ki
aye momino suno yeh karamat namaaz ki aye momino suno

dil par ek or chot lagi jab pata chala
khavind uska roj khela karta hai jua
boli jua haram hai ye khel hai bura
par vo na mana gehne sabhi bechne laga
kuch din ke baad chand sa beta hua paida
bete ko maa ne paya to gam halka ho gya
gurbat me yu hi bit gaye pure teen saal
shohar ko tha biwi ka na bache ka kuch khayal
mushkil me kaam aati hai takat namaaz ki
aye momino suno ye karamat namaaz ki aye momino suno

ek raat vo tandur jalaane ko jab uthi
tandur ke jalte hi ajaa fajal ki hui
karke waju musalle pe jakar khadi hui
ruhani nemato se wo masrur ho gayi
itne me uska ladla rota hua aaya
rota hua wo aage se wo uske nikal gaya
jalte hue tandur me wo bacha gir gaya
bache ki chikh sunte hi sohar bhi aa gaya
manjar ye dekhte hi tadap kar vo reh gaya
bache ko jalte dekh ke chilla ke ro
peda tandur se jis waqt bache ko nikala
hath uske dono jal gaye chehera jhulas gaya
sajde me maa padi thi or bacha gaya tha mar
mashhul thi namaaz me usko na thi khabar
usne salam pher ke jab ki udhar najar
bache ki lash dekhke dil aaya uska bhar

shohar ne dekha biwi ko gusse se ye
kaha tu hi bata namaz ka ye kya mila sila
bache ki jaan le li hai teri namaz ne
tujhko saja ye dedi hai teri namaz ne
wo dono hath bandhe musalle pe thi
khadi shauhar ke tane sunte hi bijli si gir padi
darbar ilahi me jo usne uthaye hath
boli ki mai to khoyi thi tere karam ke sath
ye kya kiya ke god hi meri ujad di
parwar digar tune to achhi ye saja di
ankho se uske sabar ke ansu nikal pade
aasu nikal pade to musalle pe gir gaye
ya rab meri namaz ki tu laz bachale
sajde me mohamad ke tu ab jalwa dikhade
itne me asmmaa pe andhera sa chha gaya
bijli kadak uthi or bochal aa gaya
phir jhum ke rehmat ka wo badal
baras pada shauhar bhi achha ho gaya
bacha bhi ji utha ammi pukarta hua is im pe chal pada
or jakar maa ki god me bacha machal pada

ma ne gale laga liya or pyar kar liya
allah ke huzur me sajda ada kiya
biwi ko dekhte hi shauhar bhi ro
pada biwi se or bache se jakar lipat gaya
bola mujhe khuda ke liye maf kijiye
jo chahe is khata ki saja aap dijiye
apne kiye pe aaj wo sarminda ho gaya
shaitan se allah ka wo banda ho gaya
tauba meri kubul kare paak beniyaj
mai bhi padunga aaj se har waqt ki namaj
do jaft ki ankh bhala usko kya jalayegi
mathe pe kiske likhi ho barkat namaj ki
eye momino suno ye karmat namaj ki
jannat me le ke jayaegi adat namaj ki
jannat me le ke jayaegi adat namaj ki
eye momino suno ye karmat namaj ki eye momino suno

sajde me jo bhi aa gaya allah ko pyara
jannat me jayega wo mohamad ka dulara
shane husain hai shahadat namaj ki eye momino suno

The Prophet's decree, a call to all,
In this name, the first station of prayer does fall.
O Believers, hear the grace of prayer's art,
O Believers, hear, a blessing to the heart.
The habit of prayer, to Paradise it leads,
The habit of prayer, planting heavenly seeds.
O Believers, hear, the grace of prayer's call,
O Believers, hear, embracing one and all.

A tale I tell, of prayer's vibrant hue,
A miracle revealed, forever true.
In Delhi's heart, a maiden, bright and bold,
In character, devout, a story to be told.
To homes she went, teaching children to pray,
Always praising God, come what may.
She taught the lessons of selfless grace,
Prayer transforms, from the devil's embrace.
The one who yearns, whose heart does crave,
O Believers, hear, the grace prayer gave.

One day, her face bloomed, a blossoming flower,
From her parents' home, to her husband's bower.
Even on her wedding night, prayer she kept,
To her husband, "At dawn, pray," she sweetly wept.
"Pray with me, at every dawn's call,
Prayer is a duty, embracing one and all.
While life remains, God's debt to fulfill,"
He said, "What gain from prayer, against my will?"
"Why do you still grind your forehead in pray?"
In his heart, love for prayer, did not stay.
O Believers, hear, the grace prayer gave.

Another blow, when she heard the truth,
Her husband gambled, forsaking his youth.
"Gambling is forbidden, a harmful game,"
But he refused, selling all, to his shame.
After a while, a son was born, pure and bright,
The mother rejoiced, filling her with light.
Three years passed, in poverty's hold,
The husband cared not, neither child nor the cold.
In times of trouble, prayer's strength does reside,
O Believers, hear, the grace prayer provide.

One night, to light the oven, she did rise,
As the oven blazed, the dawn prayer's cries.
Performing ablution, on the prayer mat she stood,
Filled with divine blessings, understood.
Her son came weeping, crying out in pain,
He slipped and fell, in the fire's burning rain.
Hearing his cries, the husband rushed in haste,
Seeing the scene, his heart was in a waste.
Watching the child, burning, he sobbed aloud,
As the child was pulled out, from the fire's shroud.
His hands were burned, his face was scorched and grim,
The mother was in prayer, oblivious to him.
She finished the prayer, turned to the scene,
Her heart was heavy, her world unseen.

The husband glared, with anger in his eye,
"Tell me, what prayer has earned you, tell me why?
Your prayer has taken, has stolen his life,
Your prayer has punished, with such strife."
With hands clasped, she stood upon the mat,
As she heard his taunts, a lightning fell like that.
In the divine court, she raised her hands,
"I was lost, but found in your loving plans.
What have you done, to empty my nest?
Lord, you have given, a cruel test."
From her eyes, tears of patience did flow,
Tears fell upon the mat, a sorrowful show.
"O Lord, save my prayer, let its glory shine,
Show your light through Muhammad, divine."
Suddenly, darkness descended from the sky,
Lightning flashed, a tremor, passing by.
Then, a rain of mercy began to pour,
The husband was healed, and so much more.
The child awoke, he called out his name,
He ran to his mother, in the loving game.

The mother embraced him, filled with love's art,
She offered a prayer, from a grateful heart.
Seeing his wife, the husband began to weep,
He embraced his wife and son, a promise to keep.
"Forgive me, for God's sake, I pray,"
"Give me any punishment, come what may."
Ashamed of his deeds, he found new ground,
From Satan, he became God's bound.
"Accept my repentance, O Pure and True,
From today, I will pray, and see me through."
The eyes of the wicked, could not destroy,
The forehead marked with prayer's glorious joy.
O Believers, hear, the grace prayer imparts,
The habit of prayer, to Paradise it charts.
The habit of prayer, its promise is true,
O Believers, hear, the grace shining through.

Whoever bows in prayer, is loved by the Lord,
To Paradise they'll go, with the Prophet's chord.
The martyrdom of Hussein is the heart's own art,
O Believers, hear, a prayer that does restart.