Allah! Lord Who Livest for Aye

Allah! Lord who livest for aye! O Sole! O King of Glory's Ray!
Monarch who ne'er shalt pass away! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair.

In early morning shall our cry, our wail, mount to Thy Throne on high:
"Error and sin our wont," we sigh: show Thou to us Thy bounties fair.

If cometh not from Thee Thy grace, evil shall all our works deface;
O Lord of Being and of Space! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair.

Creator of security! to Thy Beloved greetings be!
These words are in sincerity: show Thou to us Thy bounties fair.

Iqbâlî sinned hath indeed, yet unto him Thy grace concede;
Eternal, Answerer in need! show Thou to us Thy bounties fair.