ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai

ye hai bakhtaar kaashi ka karam
ye shaan hai inki banke himalaye
rehmat khuda ke fazal se dilli
yahin se maangne wale murade dil ki paate hai
sawaali banke jo aate hai jholi bharke jaate hai
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai

bikhari ko mili shahi nizamuddin ke dar se
gareebon ne khushi pai nizamuddin ke dar se
nazar aa jata hai jisko nizamuddin ka jalwa
nazar aa jata hai jisko nizamuddin ka jalwa
vo fazal-e-haq vo ban jata hai
foran hi khuda wala
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai
ye khuda wale mustafa wale hai

They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.
They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.

This is the grace of the city of light,
Their glory, a mountain's towering might.
From Delhi, by God's grace, flows the tide,
Where hearts' desires are satisfied.
Those who come as beggars, their bowls overflow,
They are of God, of Mustafa, they know.
They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.
They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.

The beggar finds royalty at Nizamuddin's door,
The poor find joy, and ask for no more.
Whom Nizamuddin's splendor does embrace,
Whom Nizamuddin's splendor does embrace,
By God's grace, they quickly become,
Truly of God, forever to come.
They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.
They are of God, of Mustafa, they are.