Summon me, to your door, summon me,
To your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me,
Have mercy on me, O King of Prophets, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
In separation's game, patience and solace are stolen,
In your longing, my life is difficult to live.
Oh, fortune's grace,
Oh, fortune's grace, my destination is Medina.
The winds are against me, the whirlpool surrounds my boat,
Take this vessel to the shore, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
Your gaze, a cruel mercy, O Messenger of God,
Your gaze, a cruel mercy, O Messenger of God,
Modesty and shame, a form of grace, O Messenger of God,
To come to Medina, to come to Medina,
This is my yearning, O Messenger of God,
Accept my plea, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
In your memory, I make my eyes shed tears,
I tear the garments of my senses and consciousness.
To perform Tawaf, to circle, and prostrate just once,
A thousand times, I offer my heart and soul.
That very final prostration, I perform for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me,
Have mercy on me, O King of Prophets, for God's sake.
Summon me, to your door, O Beloved of God,
For God's sake, summon me to your door.
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