teri duniya me har neki ka badla
kyu burai hai
are o aasma wale
ye kya duniya banai hai

duniya tasveer hai rote huye insano ki
ek basti hai ye ujde huye armano ki
duniya tasveer hai
duniya tasveer hai rote huye insano ki

tere bando ko yaha thokre khate dekha
tere bando ko yaha thokre khate dekha
raah me teri inhe jaan se jate dekha
saans har din to yaha udti hai parwano ki
duniya tasveer hai
duniya tasveer hai rote huye insano ki
ek basti hai ye ujde huye armano ki
duniya tasveer hai

aa jami par teri duniya main dikhau tujhko
aa jami par teri duniya main dikhau tujhko
teri tasveer dikhakar main rulau tujhko
dekh insano pe badad ye insano ki
duniya tasveer hai
duniya tasveer hai rote huye insano ki
ek basti hai ye ujde huye armano ki
duniya tasveer hai
duniya tasveer hai rote huye insano ki

In your world, for every act of grace,
Why does wickedness find its place?
Oh, Architect of the sky, above,
What sorrow have you woven of love?

The world, a canvas of weeping souls,
A settlement where hope unrolls,
A canvas of tears, a mirrored pain.

Your servants, I've seen them stumble and fall,
Your servants, I've watched them heed death's call,
Their breaths like moths, consumed by flame,
The world, a canvas, whispering blame,
A settlement where desires decay,
The world, a portrait, of yesterday.

Come, let me show you your world, below,
Come, I will paint the tears that flow,
And show you the image, the wailing sound,
Witness the cruelty on hallowed ground,
The world, a canvas of endless cries,
A settlement where dead dreams rise,
The world, a portrait, of weeping souls.