dor sachai ki dunia me kabhi na sakti tut
ghada pyar ka bhar jata jab khud hi jata fut
gunaho ka chirag kabhi jal na sakega
papiyo ka pap kabhi fal na sakega
jal na sakega chirag jal na sakega
chirag jal na sakega

ek bar tum bajalo saj apne geet ke saj apne geet ke
baj sakenge nahi dhun tumhari preet ki
gunaho ka chirag kabhi jal na sakega
papiyo ka pap kabhi fal na sakega
jal na sakega chirag jal na sakega
chirag jal na sakega

chhal kapt bhara hai unki chal dhal mein
hai abhi to bahut fasenge apne jal me
papiyo ka pap kabhi fal na sakega
jal na sakega chirag jal na sakega chirag jal na sakega
gunaho ka chirag kabhi jal na sakega

The thread of Truth, in this world's weave, can't sever,
Love's vessel overflows, shattered by its own endeavor.
The lamp of sin, it shall not ignite,
Nor shall the wicked reap their blight.
That lamp will not ignite, no, it will not,
That lamp will not ignite.

Once, your own instrument you'll play,
Your song's chords, in disarray.
Your tune of love cannot be heard,
The lamp of sin remains unstirred.
The wicked's harvest, it won't take hold,
That lamp will not ignite, forever cold.
That lamp will not ignite.

Deceit and trickery, their way of life,
Entangled soon, in their own strife.
The wicked's harvest will not arise,
That lamp will not ignite beneath the skies.
That lamp will not ignite, no it will not
The lamp of sin, will not ignite.