wherever Thee halts and rests,
that place, that soil,
that piece of land
becomes sanctified,
blessed and piously beautiful.
And those who believe in Thy glory,
Thy faithful humble servants,
seek out that place.
Devotedly, they touch the ground,
and smear their foreheads with
the dust of Thy feet,
reveling in Thy grace.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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