maula allah o maula
ishq hai beeba eid khudayi
jo jannat ka dar khole
ishq se roshan uski duniya
jo ishq ki boli bole
jo ishq ki boli
jo ishq ki boli bole
sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da mahi sona lag da

rabba mere hadd ho jaaye
ishq vishq jab ho jaaye
aur sajda na koi aur sajda
aur sajda na koi aur sajda
dil me hai wo samaya
saanson me use basaya
rag rag jadoo jag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da

sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona

jo lagaye ishq lagi, woh na sakoon paaye
bedardi ishq pal pal, dil ko bada tadpaaye
jo ramaye jo ramaye
jo ramaye ishq dhuni, aisa junoon chhaye
padhke sabak ishq ka, jogi koi ban jaaye
ankh jab lad jaaye
teer jab gad jaaye
ishq da kare sajda
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
hay sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da

jo hai jazba pyaar ka wo, har dil me samaya
dhadkano ki aarzoo ne, har shakhsh ko bharmaya
parwaane ishq wale
parwane ishq wale, na maane jaat mazhab
deewangi to samjhe, deewangi ka matlab
kaliyon me galiyon me
saare rang raliyon me
noor ishq da hi basda aa aa
sona lag da hay sona lag da hay hay
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
rabba mere hadd ho jaaye
ishq vishq jab ho jaaye
aur sajda na koi aur sajda
aur sajda na koi aur sajda
dil me hai wo samaya
saanson me usse basaya
rag rag jadoo jag da jag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da

sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da
sona lag da ve mahi sona lag da

Mawla Allah, Oh Mawla, Love, a radiant Eid, a divine feast,
That unlocks the gates of Paradise.
Love illuminates His world,
He who speaks the language of Love, who speaks the language of Love.

My Lord, may I be consumed, when Love's fire ignites,
And no other prostration is sought.
He dwells within the heart, I enshrine Him in my breath,
Magic stirs in every vein.
He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful.

He who awakens to Love's flame, finds no solace,
Pitiless Love, moment by moment, torments the heart.
He who immerses, he who immerses, he who embraces Love's devotion, such madness prevails,
Learning the lesson of Love, one becomes a Yogi.
When eyes meet, when arrows pierce,
One prostrates before Love.
He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful,
Oh, He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful,
He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful.

The fervor of love, it permeates every heart,
The longing of heartbeats, has bewitched every soul.
The moths of Love,
The moths of Love, know no caste, no creed,
They understand only madness, the meaning of madness.
In the blossoms, in the lanes, in all the revelry of colors,
Only the light of Love resides, Oh, Oh.
He appears beautiful, oh, He appears beautiful, oh, oh,
He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful.
My Lord, may I be consumed, when Love's fire ignites,
And no other prostration is sought, and no other prostration,
And no other prostration.
He dwells within the heart, I enshrine Him in my breath,
Magic stirs in every vein, stirs.
He appears beautiful, my beloved appears beautiful.