Thank you very much.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.www.***www.***On the day of the Bustan-e-Sara,We were happy,We were reading the Naat-e-Mustafa,There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.And the four-eyes of the bulbul,The scent of every flower,They used to talk to each other,There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.And the wreaths in the shop,And the sardines in the shop,They used to say so in their own style,There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.There is no limit to the glory of the Lord.The birds chanted,Why should a person remain silent?It is obligatory to call him thatThere is no limit to those who are good and those who are badThere is no limit...At this strange time...Says theiderdie of these dreamsListen well, the story of MaharajWho of theiselight...Then who has graced the supermarketsays soon go away from Jibrailand this Habib PakThere is no limit to those who are good and those who are badThere is no limit to those who are good close this mindThere is no limit to those who are liersThere is a limit to their pride, they are just like the rose of KamaliAll of them have light in their heartsAll of them have light in their heartsAll of them have light in their heartsThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThe one who took care of the homeless, this is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThe one who gave the thirsty of blood theقباء, this is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThis is the life of my ProphetThere was neither silver nor gold in this houseThis is the life of my ProphetMy poorest people's desireThis is the life of my ProphetKidness from debauchery and mapleThis is the life of my ProphetKidness from debauchery and mapleThis is a prayer of love from eachThis is a prayer of love from eachMay my head be like the Prophet'sMay my lips be like the SuqanAya sallu alayhi wa alihiBago bahis tu waswe Jamal-e-Muhammad astKhatme rusul sifate kamal-e-Muhammad astHar kasbe aarzu-e Jamal-e-Muhammad astMaqsood-e-Ma Muhammadu Aal-e-MuhammadatSallu Alaihim AalihiGhulam-e-Ghulamani Aal-e-MuhammadatSallu Alaihim Aalihi