ye chadar hata bosh ukbah banegi
ye mehsharme kudrat ka saya banegi
jo simti gunhao ka parda banegi
jo faili to rehmat ka darya banegi

kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho

hai ye chadar bhari murado ki
nek bando ke nek irado ki
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
ke roje pe khwaza piya ke adab se
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho

dekh kar gam gusar ki chadar
hind ke taajdar ki chadar
hind ke taajdar ki chadar
hoke betaab chahne wale apni aankho se chumte honge
apni aankho se chumte honge
hosh wale to kya farishte bhi arshe aazam pe jhumte honge
arshe aazam pe jhumte honge
ye chadar hai ushma ke nur-e-nazar ki
huyi jis par kurba jannat ki chadar
jannat ki chadar, jannat ki chadar
huyi jis par kurba jannat ki chadar
huyi jis par kurba jannat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
ke roje pe khwaza piya ke adab se
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
kya shaan tumhari allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho

laadle khwaza usmaan ali ke
dukhiyo ke data sultan ali ke
mohino din hasan khwaza
mohino din hasan khwaza
mohino din hasan khwaza
mohino din hasan khwaza
ghar andhera tha roshni kar di
god khali thi aapne bhar di
god khali thi aapne bhar di
mauj se aapke hazaaro hai
ye to adna sa ek karishma hai
ye to adna sa ek karishma hai
ye to adna sa ek karishma hai
aapke dar pe raat din kyari
hai jo lufto karam ka chashma hai
hai jo lufto karam ka chashma hai
hai jo lufto karam ka chashma hai
ke khush ho ke sarkaar se khud khuda ne
bichha di har ek surahmat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
banayi hai humne hakidat ki chadar
ke roje pe khwaza piya ke adab se
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
chadhane ko aaye hai mannat ki chadar
mohabbat ke dhage mein kaliya piro kar
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho

laadle khwaza usmaan ali ke
dukhiyo ke data sultan ali ke
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho
kya shaan tumhari allah ho, allah ho allah ho allah ho

Unveiled, a dawn of promise, it shall rise,
A shade of God's own grace before our eyes.
If drawn too tight, a veil to hide our sins,
But spread, a river where true mercy wins.
Oh, what glory, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah!

This cloak, a vessel filled with wish and prayer,
Of righteous souls, their noblest thoughts to share.
We bring this cloth, a vow upon our knee,
With blooms of love, in threads of unity.
We wove this truth, a tapestry so true,
Before Khwaja's tomb, with reverence anew.
We bring this cloth, a vow upon our knee,
With blooms of love, in threads of unity.
Oh, what glory, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah!

Behold, this cloak of solace, India's pride,
The sovereign's mantle, where true hearts reside.
Impassioned lovers, with their eyes ablaze,
Kissing its hem, in love's devoted gaze.
The wise, the angels, on the highest throne,
Must dance with joy, in realms they've never known.
This cloak, the light of love, a sacred sight,
For which the gardens of paradise take flight.
For which the gardens of paradise take flight.
We wove this truth, a tapestry so true,
Before Khwaja's tomb, with reverence anew.
We bring this cloth, a vow upon our knee,
With blooms of love, in threads of unity.
Oh, what glory, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah!

Beloved Khwaja, Usman Ali's son,
Sultan Ali, for the suffering, the one.
He brightened the world's darkness by his light,
He filled the empty wombs, and made them bright.
By your grace, thousands are content,
This is but a small miracle that he has sent.
Your gate is a garden, night and day,
A fountain of love, come what may.
The Lord himself, in joy and grace,
Has spread a cloak of mercy in this place.
We wove this truth, a tapestry so true,
Before Khwaja's tomb, with reverence anew.
We bring this cloth, a vow upon our knee,
With blooms of love, in threads of unity.
Oh, what glory, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah!

Beloved Khwaja, Usman Ali's son,
Sultan Ali, for the suffering, the one.
Oh, what glory, Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah!