dhul me jaise chhupa phul aur chhupi phul me bat
mati ke putle vaise hi parbhu hai tere pas
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar

jat pat ke jhute bandhan mane jo insan
wo murakh karta hai jag ke malik ka apman
jat pat ke jhute bandhan mane jo insan
wo murakh karta hai jag ke malik ka apman
aapas me jo unch nich ki khadi kare diwar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar

nil gagan ko dekh raha kyu o parani nadan
tu chahe to mil sakta hai dharti par bhagwan
nil gagan ko dekh raha kyu o parani nadan
tu chahe to mil sakta hai dharti par bhagwan
dekh kisi ke dukhiya dil me data ka darbar
milega phir tujhko kartar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar
kare na jo bando se pyar milega kya usko kartar

A blossom veiled within the dust,
And secrets whispered, petals hushed.
Like earthen forms, we stand before,
The presence vast, forevermore.
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?

False chains of caste, a human's creed,
A fool's embrace, a selfish deed.
Defiling Him, the world's great source,
Through prejudice, a bitter course.
If walls of high and low arise,
And love's true light is dimmed in eyes,
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?

Why gaze on skies, a foolish quest?
When God's own grace can be expressed.
Why gaze on skies, a foolish quest?
When God's own grace can be expressed.
Behold the heart, in sorrow deep,
Where God's own court forever sleeps.
And there, at last, the Lord you'll meet.
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?
If love for humankind is spurned,
What grace, O Lord, can then be earned?