Manner of a King, you have the way of an Emperor.
Manner of a King, you have the way of an Emperor.
The one who is the King of Kings (i.e. God) has his hand on your head (i.e. favours you).
The one who is the King of Kings has his hand on your head.
Beneath your footsteps even dust (lit. soil) turned gold.
The enemy was wounded where your sword was pitched.
You are the Master, you are (the) gracious, You are the rightful leader.
Even angels are sacrificed in your worship.
Whatever you write true becomes law.
The sight of heavens is face-to-face with you today.
Your most dear is your shadow; s/he is exactly like you.
Yes, today everyone is devoted to his/her diadem.
That s/he is your Sultanate's throne's beloved.
May this arrogance stay effervescent.
May the flying eagle remain chief.
From the speed of your victory may each defeat stay firm.
Your destiny became a toy by your own hands.
The enemy was wounded where your sword was pitched.
You are the Master, you are (the) gracious, You are the rightful leader.
Even angels are sacrificed in your worship.
Whatever you write true becomes law.
If fanatics (for you) (at) home are not common,
(then) one does not become Akbar.
That your heads bowed, so I became an Emperor.
God remained protector of my every moment,
thus this journey was laid out.
If fanatics (for you) (at) home are not common,
(then) one does not become Akbar.
O God, O Lord...
Four strong, young shoulders,
your God has bestowed you.
The lines on their hands..
.. are the map to both of your worlds.
Life is at each step a new direction,
these only are my checkmate,
these both are my Universe.
Four strong, young shoulders,
your God has bestowed you.
The lines on their hands..
.. are the map to both of your worlds.
O God, O Lord...