aa aa aa aa aa aa aa
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
duniya simat aaee hai duniya simat aai hai
makhadoom kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein

daragaah ye maahim kee kya shaan dikhaati hai
anavaar kee vaarish mein anavaar kee vaarish mein
har roj nahati hai ronak najar aaee hai
makhadoom kee galiyon mein
ronak najar aaee hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
duniya simat aaee hai duniya simat aaee hai
makhadoom kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein

ek roj jo vaali tha
kukan kee biyasat ka
darja use khaalik ne
darja use khaalik ne
baksha hai dilaayat ka
ab sabakee bhalai hai
makhadum kee galiyon mein
ab sabakee bhalaee hai
makhadum kee galiyon mein
duniya simat aaee hai duniya simat aaee hai
makhadoom kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein

milata hai sukoo divaar ke saaye mein
kuchh phark nahee is ja apane mein paraaye mein
har ek bidaee hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
har ek bidaee hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
duniya simat aaee hai duniya simat aaee hai
makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein
kya shaan e khudai hai makhadum kee galiyon mein

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
What glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes,
what glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes.
The world shrinks, gathers close, the world shrinks, gathers close,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
What glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes,
what glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes.

This dargah of Mahim, what splendor it unveils,
in a rain of light, in a rain of light,
bathed daily in its glow, radiance is seen,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
Radiance is seen, in Makhdoom's lanes.
The world shrinks, gathers close, the world shrinks, gathers close,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
What glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes,
what glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes.

Once a ruler, of lands unknown,
the Creator bestowed, the Creator bestowed,
a status of guidance, for the good of all now,
in Makhdoom's lanes. For the good of all now,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
The world shrinks, gathers close, the world shrinks, gathers close,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
What glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes,
what glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes.

Peace descends, in the shadow of the walls,
no difference here, between self and stranger,
every farewell is, in Makhdoom's lanes.
Every farewell is, in Makhdoom's lanes.
The world shrinks, gathers close, the world shrinks, gathers close,
in Makhdoom's lanes.
What glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes,
what glory of the Divine, in Makhdoom's lanes.