kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
marta hai musalma
marta hai musalman muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par

allah ne bkasha din nurani khjana
ek mai nahi kahta hu ye kahta hai zmana
allah ne bkasha din nurani khjana
ek mai nahi kahta hu ye kahta hai zmana
hote na muhmad to kaha hota thikana
laya hu mai iman muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par

us kali kamli wale ka ek wakaya suno
ishq ke rasul kahte kise hai zara suno
mulke arab me ek tikha tuna bemisal
tha uska dil rasul ki ulfat se malamal
dorane jang chal chali dushmanan ne
falayi ye khabar ke muhmad nahi rahe
sunte hi is khabar ko preshan ho gayi
ghar se nikal ke jang ke madan ko chali

biwi ne raste me kai logo ko dekha
mere hujur kaise hai majme se ye puchha
khamosh sab khade rahe aur koi na bola
ek shkas ne jawab diya uski bat ka
hajrat to khariyat se hai par hai buri khabar
is jang me tumhare shohar gaye gujar
sunte hi is khabar ko kiya sabar aur parnam

ek zakham kaya magar dil par phir bhi na ruki
hajrat ko dekhne ke liye dodne lagi
majma ek aur nazar aaya usko samne
achhe to rasul hai lagi sab se puchhne
khamosh sab khade rahe aur koi na bola
ek shkas ne jawab diya uski bat ka
hajrat to khariyat se hai par hai buri khabar
is jang me tumhara beta gaya hai mar
sunte hi is khabar ko kiya sabar aur parnam

itne me usko dur nazar aa gaye nabi
ek dam khushi se aapke kadmo pe gir padi
pyare nabi ne sabar ki talkim ki use
barish ho bharkato ki tujh par khuda kare
aurat ne ye suna to kaha aye mere nabi
jab aap slamat hai to phir gum nahi koi
pyare hujur mere sabhi aap pe kurba
hum aap ki umat me hai hum par hai ye ehsa

paigam hai sabhi ke liye aapka farma
hai khatam dastan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
marta hai musalma
marta hai musalman muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par
kurban meri jaan muhmad ke naam par, muhmad ke naam par

My soul, a sacrifice on Muhammad's name,
A Muslim's heart surrenders, aflame.
A Muslim dies, embracing His name,
My soul, a sacrifice, in faith's sacred game.

Allah bestowed a day, a radiant treasure,
Not just my voice, but the world's measure.
Allah bestowed a day, a radiant treasure,
Were Muhammad not, where would be our pleasure?
I bring forth my faith, on Muhammad's name,
My soul, a sacrifice, in life's holy claim.

Hear of the cloaked one, a tale to impart,
How love's Messenger speaks to the heart.
In the land of Arabia, a haven so rare,
Whose heart overflowed with the Prophet's care.
In the midst of battle, a whisper did spread,
That Muhammad was gone, amongst the dead.
Hearing this news, her spirit did roam,
From her home, she rushed to the battlefield's dome.

Along the path, she encountered many a face,
"How fares my Lord?" she inquired with grace.
Silent they stood, no answer did start,
Then one spoke, piercing her aching heart.
"He is safe, but this news is dire,
In this war, your husband did expire."
Hearing this sorrow, with patience she knelt,
And for the Prophet, her longing was felt.

One wound she bore, but her spirit stood tall,
To see the Prophet, she heeded the call.
Another gathering, she espied with a glance,
"Is the Prophet well?" she sought for a chance.
Silent they stood, no answer did start,
Then one spoke, piercing her aching heart.
"He is safe, but this news is dire,
In this war, your son went higher."
Hearing this sorrow, with patience she knelt.

Then the Prophet appeared, a vision so bright,
In joy, she fell at his feet, bathed in light.
The beloved Prophet, with words of embrace,
"May blessings rain down upon your face."
She heard these words, and her spirit did mend,
"My Prophet, my love, you are my end,
If you are safe, then sorrow takes flight,
My dear Prophet, all are your light,
We are your Ummah, a blessed embrace."

A message for all, in His words we find,
The story concludes, on Muhammad's mind.
My soul, a sacrifice on Muhammad's name,
A Muslim's heart surrenders, aflame.
A Muslim dies, embracing His name,
My soul, a sacrifice, on Muhammad's name, on Muhammad's name.