bhagwan ek insan ki sunata hu kahani
ashqo ki jabani hai, kuch aaho ki jabani
ashqo ki jabani hai, kuch aaho ki jabani

itni hi ummido se, sajai hai duniya
mai khush tha ke khud maine
banai hai ye dunia
lekin teri duniya ne, jala di meri duniya
yaad aate hai wo din to
sulagta hai kaleja
thamta nahi aaho ka dhua
sine ke andar
rukti nahi roke se, in ashqo ki rawani
bhagwan ek insan ki sunata hu kahani

ujdi hui basti ka, nisha tak nahi milta
wo aag lagai, ke dhua tak nahi milta
har geet khushi ka hai, sisakti hui fariyad
sine se lagaye huye firta hu
bas ek yaad
hotho pe kuch aahe hai
to aankho me kuch aansu
le deke yahi rah gayi
ek sari nishani
bhagwan ek insan ki sunata hu kahani

bhagwan mujhe dekh
ke mai hak pe lada hu
sacchai ka deepak liye
aandhi me khada hu
andhiyaro se imaan ki
baate na chhupengi
thak jayega raahi
kabhi raahe na thakengi
sach bol, kahi dil tera
patthar to nahi hai
chupchap jo sunta hai tu
insan ki kahani
ashqo ki jabani hai, kuch aaho ki jabani
bhagwan ek insan ki sunata hu kahani
ashqo ki jabani hai, kuch aaho ki jabani

A tale I weave, of a mortal's plight,
A story whispered in tears and sighs,
Whispered in tears and sighs.

With hopes so vast, I built my world,
And rejoiced, for I, myself, unfurled
This realm I made, with hand and heart.
But your world, alas, set mine apart,
Consumed it whole, in flames and pain.
The days of joy, they rise again,
And sear my soul, a burning brand.
The smoke of sighs, across the land,
Within my chest, a constant haze.
No dam can stem the tearful maze,
The flow of sorrow, ever near.
A tale I weave, for your listening ear.

Of the shattered town, no trace remains,
The fire they lit, no smoke sustains.
Each joyful song, a whispered plea,
A memory clutched, relentlessly.
Upon my lips, some sighs reside,
Within my eyes, the tears that glide.
This, and this alone, remains to me,
This final mark, for all to see.
A tale I weave, for your listening ear.

God, behold me, for I fight for right,
A lamp of truth, in darkest night,
Against the storms, I bravely stand.
The whispers of faith, across the land,
Will not be silenced, in the gloom,
Though weary grows the traveler's tomb,
But never the path.
Tell me, is your heart of stone?
That you listen, and are alone,
To the tale I weave.
Whispered in tears and sighs,
A tale I weave, for your listening ear.
Whispered in tears and sighs.