Gönüller Hasret Kalmış Beytullah’a | Urduca İlahi | دل بیت اللہ کے لیے ترستے ہیں

Hearts yearn for the House of Allah | Urdu Hymn This Urdu hymn; describes the longing for the House of Allah, the love of the Kaaba, the pilgrimage, the calls of Labbeyk and the desire to attain the mercy of Allah. This Urdu divine hymn is based on the love of the House of Allah, the yearning for the visit to the Kaaba, the calls of Labbeyk, Zamzam, Tawaf and the desire for the mercy of Allah. Emotional Urdu hymn prepared with the accompaniment of the def and ney. May Allah grant us the visit to His house too. Amen. Words / Poems: I will cross the mountains, I will cross the desert I will overcome every difficulty in the desire for your sanctuary I will drink the cup of mercy from the station of Abraham Like a butterfly, O Lord, I will circle around you I do not seek the world, nor do I desire fame and glory I am a traveler to your door, I only desire your work I am a traveler to your door, I only desire your pleasure My heart yearns for the House of Allah The Kaaba dwells in my eyes mışıl) When the heart sees the black veil It weeps, it aches There is remembrance of Allah on the lips There is a deep cry in the chest The heart yearns for the House of Allah Those who have gone and seen it, let them tell me about it Let the cries of Labbeyk enter my soul I am also a lover of the Harem, I am also a madman of it May my soul be sacrificed for this light-filled sanctuary May my soul be sacrificed for this light-filled sanctuary May my soul be sacrificed for this light-filled sanctuary Let those who have gone and seen it tell me about it Let the cries of Labbeyk enter my soul I am also a lover of the Harem, I am also a madman of it May my soul be sacrificed for this light-filled sanctuary May the dervish be sacrificed) If I get a drop of Zamzam, my heart's thirst will be quenched If I get a drop of Zamzam, my heart's thirst will be quenched If I get a glimpse of the Kaaba, my fate will be beautiful The heart fears the House of Allah The heart has longed for the House of Allah The Kaaba has taken up residence in my eyes The heart, seeing the black shroud Weeps, aches There is remembrance of Allah on the lips There is a deep cry in the chest The heart fears the House of Allah The heart has longed for the House of Allah When the pilgrims say Labbeik, the voice of the Throne rises. With every circumambulation, the door of mercy opens. O Lord, call me too, this desire will be fulfilled. The heart yearns for the House of Allah. The Kaaba resides in my eyes. The heart, seeing the black shroud, cries and aches. There is remembrance of Allah on the lips. There is a sound in my chest. is (Göğüste derin bir nida var) Or may the Lord call me too (Ya Rab, beni de call) The heart is afraid of Allah (Gönül Beytullah'a hasret kalmış) The heart is afraid of Allah (Gönül Beytullah'a hasret kalmış) The heart is afraid of Allah (Gönül Beytullah'a hasret kalmış) #Urducaİlahi #İlahi #Beytullah #Kabe #Hac #Umre #Def #Ney #İslamiİlahi #UrduNasheed