Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah,
What fear when the storm of every hardship descends?
You are the guardian of every soul, of all faith.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
What fear when the storm of every hardship descends?
You are the guardian of every soul, of all faith.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
Blessed Ramadan, a month of devotion,
Amongst months, a month of mercy, a sacred ocean.
In my fast, let the King of Medina preserve my grace,
May the ship of my hopes never sink in this space.
You are the mercy of the worlds, you are the mercy of the worlds.
You are the voice of God, in your court,
None is small, none is great, in every tradition.
Your glory is manifest, Oh, Master of the Quran,
Oh, Master of the Quran.
Crown of the sacred, glory of grace,
Pride of Prophethood, illuminating the heavens and earth.
By your grace, renowned in the world,
The generosity of your door.
The honor of this sinful servant is in your hand.
In every color, in every light,
You are the manifestation.
Your rank is high, you are the beloved of God.
The command of your lips is the decree of Allah.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
Your religion, your faith is loyalty,
In the darkness of hatred, this is the song of love.
It is the balm for every wound, the cure for every sorrow,
Quenches every thirst, it is that cloud.
In the sorrows of others, in the sorrows of others,
He who is not troubled, whatever his name, is not a Muslim.
The message of this name is service to humanity.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
What fear when the storm of every hardship descends?
You are the guardian of every soul, of all faith.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
Oh, Master of the Quran, Oh, Master of the Quran.
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