Shamas Ud Doha, Badar Ud Doja

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yaa Khudaa jism meN jab tak ye mere jaan rahe tujh pe sadqe, tere mehbuub pe qurbaan rahe kuch rahe yaa na rahe, par ye du’aa hai ke “Ameen” nizaa ke vaqt salaamat meraa iimaan rahe taaziim se letaa hai Khudaa naam-e-Muhammad kyaa naam hai ai salle-alaa naam-e-Muhammad Allah kare usko haraam aatish-e-dozaKh jis shakhs ke dil pe likhaa ho naam-e-Muhammad jis dil meN Muhammad kii muhabbat nahiiN hotii us par kabhii Allah kii rahmat nahiiN hotii meraa ye aqiidaa hai agar zikr-e-Khudaa meN ye naam na shaamil ho ibaadat nahiiN hotii rabb ne farmaayaa merii qudrat kii hadd ko’ii nahiiN aur mere mehbuub kii rahmat kii hadd ko’ii nahiiN jab malak samjhe nahiiN to aadmii samjhegaa kyaa Amina ke laal kii azmat kii hadd ko’ii nahiiN Khudaa kaa nuur tujh meN huu-ba-huu hai Khudaa pinhaaN magar tuu ruu-ba-ruu hai terii azmat kaa andaazaa ho kis ko Khudaa hai aur Khudaa ke baad tuu hai Shams-ud-duhaa Badr-ud-dujaa terii baRii tauqiir hai suurat terii shaah-e-umam, Allah kii tasviir hai aisii suurat terii kamlii vaale* Allah ne paas bulaa hii liyaa* bin dekhe Khudaa bhii rah na sakaa tumhaaraa saanii risaalat-mu’aab ho na sakaa tumhaaraa ko’ii kahiiN bhii javaab ho na sakaa rasuul aur bhii aaye jahaan meN lekin ko’ii bhii saahib-e-ummul kitaab ho na sakaa meraaj* meN Jibriil se kahne lage shaah-e-umam tuune to dekhe haiN hasiiN, batlaao to kaise haiN ham ruuh-ul-Khudaa kahne lagaaa, ai naazniiN haq kii qasam mere sohne kamlii vaalaRyaa, teraa aashiq kul zamaanaa ve tere husn kii kyaa taariif karaaN, rabb aap teraa diivaanaa ve (I am not sure about this line, somebody please help!) mere sohne kamlii vaalaRyaa, teraa aashiq kul zamaanaa ve tere husn kii kyaa taariif karaaN, rabb aap teraa diivaanaa ve royaa shab-e-hijraaN meN bahut ashq bahaayaa itne meN musavvir ko zaraa rahm jo aayaa naqshe ka’ii tasviiroN ke saamne vo laayaa bola, ke ye Yusuf haiN, ye Isaa haiN, ye Musaa maine kahaa inmeN se kisii par nahiiN shaidaa jab saamne laayaa vo shabiih-e-shah-e-vaalaa be-saaKhtaa us vaqt zubaaN se merii niklaa (There are some lines in Punjabi after this which I couldn’t understand, somebody please help!) duniyaa se kyaa, roz-e-jazaa unkaa hai mujhko aasraa maiN huuN Ghulaam-e-mustafaa kaisii merii taqdiir hai vallail ho yaa kah-kashaaN, zulf-e-nabii par hai fidaa ismeN baNdhe haiN do-jahaaN, kitnii hasiiN zanjiir hai dushman bhii kahte haiN yahii, kyaa baat hai sarkaar kii na aaNkh meN qahr-o-Ghazab, na haath meN shamshiir hai

O Lord! Till the time there is life in my body it should be devoted to you and an offering to your beloved [Muhammad]. It doesn’t matters if I have anything or not, but I pray “Ameen” that at the time of death, my faith is safe. God remembers the name of Muhammad with deference such is the name of Muhammad, peace be upon him. May God prohibit the fire of hell on anyone whose heart is written the name of Muhammad. On the heart that doesn’t love Muhammad Allah never has mercy. It is my belief that while remembering God if this name [Muhammad] is not included then prayers wouldn’t be answered. God said that His power has no limits and my beloved’s [Muhammad] mercy has no limits. When even angels couldn’t understand then how can men understand? The greatness of the son of Amina has no limits. The light of God is reflected in you God is hidden but present are you. Who can imagine your greatness, when there is God and thereafter you. O the bright sun!, O the moon in darkness!, you are revered greatly. O the king of mankind!, your face is an image of God. Such is your appearance, O the blanket draped one! Eventually God called you to Him even He could not resist seeing you. There is no one like you, O the respected Prophet [and] there is no answer to you, anywhere. Other messengers [of God] came to this world too [but] nobody could become the one with the book for mankind. On the night of ascension, King of the people [Muhammad] asked Jibriil [Gabriel] You have seen the beautiful ones, tell me how am I? The soul of God replied, O the beautiful one, by God! O my beloved draped in blanket! The whole world loves you. What to say of your beauty, even the Lord is mad in your love. Cried in the night of separation and shed tears in plenty. Then the painter had a little mercy and brought [before me] some sketches. He said, this is Yusuf [Joseph], this is Isaa [Jesus] and this is Musaa [Prophet Moses]. I replied that I am not possessed by anyone of these. When he brought the image of the King [Muhammad] my tongue started reciting spontaneously What have I to do with the world when I have his refuge on the Day of Judgement I am the slave of Mustafaa, how lucky I am! Even his enemies accept too, what to say of the Master [Muhammad] Neither his eyes are violent or [filled with] anger, nor there is a sword in his hands.