O my lord! O my Power!

Ever on Sindh prosperity shower.

           O my friend! O God Almighty!             

    On all humanity bestow your bounty.

Poor wounded ones, so restless grow,
yet grateful are for pain;
For ever forward wish to go
and here would not remain

All from Beloved’s side is sweet
whatever He gives to you.
There is no bitter, if you knew
the secret how to taste.

True lovers never will forget
their love Divine, until one day
Their final breath will pass away
as tearful sigh.

The One Creator, the all greats;
Lord of the universe-
The living, the original;
Ruler with power innate;
The giver, the sustainer,
the unique , compassionate;
This master praise, to Him alone
thyself in praise prostrate..
The generous, who does create
the universe in pairs.

If I die, longing for my native land,

Free my body from these chains, 

Keep no more this stranger away from her love, 

Over my dead body, spread Malir's cool earth, When I die, send my body to Malir,

my native land

Those who never forgot the sorrow,
and lesson learnt of woe-
The slate of thought within both hands;
'silence' they study so-
They only read page which does show
Beloved's lovely face.

Mother, I cannot trust in those
whose eyes with tears do over-flow-
Who bring the water to their eyes,
their sorrow to the world to show;
Who love Beloved, hide their woe,
no tears they show, nor speak about-