بلاد اسلاميہ

The region of Delhi is adored by my grieved heart | In every speck of it the ancestors’ blood is asleep

Why should not the land of this desolate garden be holy? | This region is the shrine of the grandeur of Islam

Kings of the Khair al-Umam are asleep in this land | Dependent on whose rule remained the world order

Memory of assembly’s warmth still renders the heart restless | The splendor has been burnt but memory of the splendor is still secure

Though Jahanabad also is a shrine for the Muslim | Baghdad as well is deserving of this magnificence

This is the garden the source of whose pride was | The wild tulip which was called the culture of Hijaz

Why should not the dust of this habitation be equivalent to Iram | Which witnessed the footsteps of the Prophet’s successors

The garden whose flower buds were the garden’s wealth is this | The grave yard of those who made Rome tremble is this

The land of Qurtubah also is the light of the Muslim’s eye; which shined in Europe’s darkness like the candle of Toor.

Extinguishing of this lamp dispersed the assembly of Millat-i-Baidha and lighted the lamp of the present day’s materialistic civilization.

This holy region is the grave of that civilization | With which the life blood still exists in the veins of Europe’s vines

The tract of Constantinople that is the Caesar’s city; the perpetual banner of the grandeur of the Ummah’s Mahdi.

Like the Haram’s dust this region is also holy | It is the shrine of descendants of Shah-i-Lawlak

Its breeze is holy like the fragrance of rose; a voice is calling from the tomb of Ayyub Ansari (R.A.).

“O Muslim! this city is the heart of the Nation of Islam ! | This city is the reward for millenniums of blood sacrifices!”

But you are that land, O the resting place of Mustafa | Even to the Ka`bah whose sight is better than Hajj-i-Akbar

In the world’s ring you are shining like a gem | Your land was the birth place of our grandeur

That Magnificent Emperor got rest in your midst | Under whose protection the world nations got security

Whose successors became rulers of world’s empires | Became successors of Caesar, inheritors of Jam’s throne

If the Muslim nationalism is restricted to place | Neither India nor Persia nor Syria is its base

Ah Yathrib! You are the Muslim’s homeland and his shelter | You are the focal point of the rays of his inner feelings

As long as you exist, we will also flourish in the world | You are the morning of this garden we are the dew’s pearls