bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein kyun dil thukraye jate hai
kyun chahane valo ke arma mitti mein milaye jate hai
bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein

kyun is bedard jamane mein
kyun is bedard jamane mein lakho hi mahal aashao ke
lakho hi mahal aashao ke
har roj banaye jate hai har roj banaye jate hai
bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein

hoti hai burai ki pooja hoti hai burai ki pooja
is teri andhi duniyan mein
aur nek insa aansu ki tarah najaro se giraye jate hai
bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein

o jivan bagiya ke mali teri bagiya ki ye reet hai kya
teri bagiya ki ye reet hai kya
jo phool khile shahare ke liye arthi pe chatheye jate hai
bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein kyun dil thukraye jate hai
kyun chahane valo ke arma mitti mein milaye jate hai
bhagvan tumahri duniyan mein

In your world, Lord, why are hearts cast aside?
Why are the yearnings of lovers, in dust, denied?
In your world, Lord.

Why in this cruel, heartless age,
Why in this cruel, heartless age, are millions of castles of hope,
Millions of castles of hope,
Built each day, then torn away?
In your world, Lord.

Evil is worshipped, evil is praised,
In this blind world of yours,
While righteous souls, like tears, are erased from sight.
In your world, Lord.

O Gardener of life's garden, what is this custom of yours?
What is this custom of yours?
That flowers, blooming for the city's delight, are laid on the pyre?
In your world, Lord, why are hearts cast aside?
Why are the yearnings of lovers, in dust, denied?
In your world, Lord.