khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai gajai
khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai gajai
khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai gajai

kahi memte tere dar se mili hai
kahi pet khali to aankhe bhari hai
kahi reshmi jode tan pe saje hai
kahi eed ke din pe bhi fate kapde hai
kahi eed ke din pe bhi fate kapde hai
tumhi pyar par pyar maa baap ke
tumhi pyar par pyar maa baap ke
kahi maa ka gum baap ki hai judai
kahi maa ka gum baap ki hai judai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai gajai
khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai gajai

aye khuda aa tu sabka hai khuda
tu sabka hai khuda
kahi unche mahlo me rate suhani
kahi dard-o-gum ki kahani
aye khuda tu sabka hai khuda
kahi daulat pake shikwe hue hai
kahi bhukh me tere sajde hue hai
kahi bhukh me tere sajde hue hai
garibo pe bhi agar ye hota karam
garibo pe bhi agar ye hota karam
to rokar tujhe yu na dete duhai
to rokar tujhe yu na dete duhai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai judai
khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai
kahi aisho ishrat kahi hai judai
khudaya teri hai ye kaisi khudai

Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.
Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.
Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.

Some find bounty at Your holy gate,
While empty bellies weep, sealing a fate.
Some in silk are clad, a vibrant show,
While on Eid, rags on the mourners bestow.
While on Eid, rags on the mourners bestow.
Love's embrace from mother and from sire,
Love's embrace from mother and from sire,
Some lament mothers, fathers gone astray,
Some lament mothers, fathers gone astray,
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.
Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.

Oh, God, You are the God of all, you see,
You are the God of all, eternally.
In gilded towers, nights of sweet delight,
Elsewhere, a tale of sorrow, dark as night.
Oh, God, You are the God of all, you see,
Some, with wealth, complain and curse Your name,
While others, starving, whisper Your acclaim.
While others, starving, whisper Your acclaim.
If mercy fell on those in need's cold hand,
If mercy fell on those in need's cold hand,
They'd not weep, offering this tearful plea,
They'd not weep, offering this tearful plea,
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.
Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?
Where opulence blooms, and hunger's teeth are hurled.
Oh, God, what canvas is this that You've unfurled?