bula do dar pe bula do dar pe
bula do dar pe habibe khuda khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda khuda ke liye
karam ho mujh pe karam ho mujh pe
karam ho mujh pe karam ho mujh pe
sahe ambhiya khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda
khuda ke liye bula do dar pe

game firak me sabro karar china hai
tumhare hizaar me dushwar mera jina hai
jahe nasib
jahe nasib ke manjil meri madina hai
hawa khilaf hai majhdar me sakina hai
laga do paar ye beda mera khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda
khuda ke liye bula do dar pe

najar jalime rahmant hai ya rasul allah
najar jalime rahmant hai ya rasul allah
haya se shama ki surat hai ya rasul allah
madine aau madine aau
ye hasrat hai ya rasul allah
karo kubul meri iltiza khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda
khuda ke liye bula do dar pe

tumhari yaad me aankho ko aashk baar karu
hawasho hosh ke daman ko taar taar karu
tawa fi roza ye akdat jo ek bar karu
hazar baar ye dil or jaa nisar karu
wahi to aakhiri sajda adaa khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda
khuda ke liye bula do dar pe
karam ho mujh pe karam ho mujh pe
karam ho mujh pe karam ho mujh pe
sahe ambhiya khuda ke liye
bula do dar pe habibe khuda
khuda ke liye bula do dar pe

Summon me, to your door, summon me,
To your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me,
Have mercy on me, O King of Prophets, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.

In separation's game, patience and solace are stolen,
In your longing, my life is difficult to live.
Oh, fortune's grace,
Oh, fortune's grace, my destination is Medina.
The winds are against me, the whirlpool surrounds my boat,
Take this vessel to the shore, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.

Your gaze, a cruel mercy, O Messenger of God,
Your gaze, a cruel mercy, O Messenger of God,
Modesty and shame, a form of grace, O Messenger of God,
To come to Medina, to come to Medina,
This is my yearning, O Messenger of God,
Accept my plea, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.

In your memory, I make my eyes shed tears,
I tear the garments of my senses and consciousness.
To perform Tawaf, to circle, and prostrate just once,
A thousand times, I offer my heart and soul.
That very final prostration, I perform for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me,
Have mercy on me, O King of Prophets, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.