milti hai ahledin ko rahat namaz me
hoshida hai khuda ki mohabbat namaz me
milti hai ahledin ko rahat namaz me
hoshida hai khuda ki mohabbat namaz me

sun kar azan jo koi maszid me jayega
jannat me apna ghar wo yakinan banayega
allah ka karam hai namazi ke waste
sirdash hai naram hai namaze ke waste
majhab ke har asul ki sartaj hai namaz
or aashiko ke waste mehraz hai namaz

mashur hai ye ik namazi ka wakiya
sahid ki vidai ka gazi ka wakiya
rahe khuda me ladne chala ek nojawa
ruksat hua jo beta to boli ye uski ma
rakha asul pak ki farman ka khyal
ek waqt ki namaz bhi chute na mere lal

jannat ki hai ye kunji bujurgo ki ray me
gazi namak padhte hai devo ke saye me
samjha chuki jab apne chahete ko pyari maa
wada kiya namaz ka ruksat hua juda
dunia judai ka ye sama dekhti rahi
beta chala jihad ko maa dekhti rahi
kurban hone raj dulara chala gaya
afsos budhi maa ka sahara chala gaya
mamata tadap ke rah gayi arman so gaye
kal kissa is tarah se kayi sal ho gaye
maa ki har ek aarzu gum se badal gayi
bete ka khat na aaya na koi khabar mili

lekin wo har namaz me karti thi ye dua
allah muh dikhana mujhe mere lal ka
ek din ka wakiya hai ke jab padh chuki namaz
kahne lagi khuda se ke aye rabdekar saj
ro ro ke tere samne kab tak dua karu
aaye wo din ke sukar ka sajda ada karu

mashul thi dhadkano me wo bejuba
or us taraf dikhata hai manjar ye aasma
ek jakham kaleje pe taja liye hue
kuch log aa rahe hai janaja liye hue
ranjo alam se unka jigar pas pas hai
kandhe pe ek jawan mujahid ki lash hai
afsos budhi maa ko isi ki talash thi
wo lash us garib ke bete ki lash thi
rakha gaya janaja jab uske makan par
bijli si ek chamakne lagi
aasman par andaher hai jamane pe koi asar nahi
bete ki lash aayi hai maa ko khabar nahi

dekhegi lash maa to kayamat uthayegi
mayyyat jawan bete ki dekhi na jayegi
kya jurm hai sitam hai idhar mar gaya jawa
or us taraf khuda se dua mangti hai maa
wakif hai tu garib abhagan ke hal se
allah ab mila de tu mujhe apne lal se

aayega mera lal to dulha banaungi
mai uske sar pe phulo ka sehra sajaungi
hai ek hi to aasra wo mujh garib ka
ghar ka chirag hai to ujala nasib ka
jab mang kar dua uthi wo sahe benasib
dekha tamam logo ne ye wakiya azib
aisa asar dihkaya duao namaz ne
murde me jan dal di us benayaz ne
hairat se dekhne laga har chota or bada
beta utha or amma ke kadmo pe gir pada
kya lutf hai namaz pe ye man jaiye
yani khuda ki shan ke kurban jaiye
kurban jaiye kurban jaiye
kurban jaiye kurban jaiye

In prayer, the faithful find solace,
God's love, in prayer, makes its presence.
In prayer, the faithful find solace,
God's love, in prayer, makes its presence.

The ignorant, drawn to the mosque's call,
Shall surely in paradise make their home.
God's grace descends on those who pray,
Serenity and peace, prayer's sweet sway.
Prayer is the crown of faith's decree,
For lovers, it's a sacred decree.

A tale of prayer, a renowned account,
Of a martyr's farewell, a warrior's mount.
A youth, to God's path, his heart ablaze,
Departing, his mother's tearful gaze:
"Keep the pure law, its command hold fast,
My son, let not a single prayer be passed."

Paradise's key, the elders impart,
Warriors pray, even in shadows they start.
The loving mother, her counsel she gave,
He promised prayer, as his farewell he waved.
The world watched their parting, a sorrowful scene,
The son went to jihad, the mother, serene.
Her dearest, a sacrifice, bravely departed,
Alas, her support, her solace discarded.
Aching, her dreams withered, year by year,
From that day, many years passed in fear.
Her every wish, to grief it did turn,
No letter from her son, no news to discern.

Yet, in every prayer, her plea would resound,
"God, show me my son, my lost one found."
One day, after prayer, her voice did implore,
"O Lord, the Creator, I beg and implore,
How long shall I weep, before Thee I kneel?
May the day arrive, when gratitude I feel."

A silent rhythm, pulsed in her heart,
And on the horizon, a different art.
A fresh wound, upon the heart's core,
People approached, carrying a body's lore.
Grief and sorrow, their faces did bind,
A young warrior's corpse, on shoulders they find.

Alas, the old mother, for him she did yearn,
The body was that of her son, she would learn.
When the bier was placed, near her dwelling's door,
A flash, a bright brilliance, the heavens did pour.
Darkness enveloped, the world knew no change,
Her son's corpse arrived, of his death, unaware, her range.

Seeing the corpse, a judgment would rise,
The death of a son, before her very eyes.
What wrong, what pain? He dies, young and brave,
While she pleads to God, her soul to save.
"Thou art aware, of this wretched plight,
God, unite me with my son, in Thy light."

My son will arrive, a groom I will make,
On his head, a garland of flowers I'll take.
He is the one hope, the only desire,
The lamp of my home, my heart's fire.
When prayer's plea was offered, the wretched one arose,
All witnessed, a miracle, as the story goes,
Such the power of prayer, its effect profound,
The lifeless revived, by grace was crowned.
Amazed, the small and the great did say,
The son arose, at his mother's feet did lay.
What joy is in prayer, let this be known,
To God's sanctuary, devotion is shown.
Devotion shown, devotion shown.