aandhi mein gunaho ka diya jal nahi sakta
jo bachke aa pahucha hai
anjaam tera tere hi hatho mai hai nadan
khud ko jara pahchan tu khud ko jara pahchan
agar fristo ke liye insan teri shan
khud ko jara pahchan tu khud ko jara pahchan

mathe pe kiya hazar gunaho ko mita de
gunaho ko mita de
neki ke diye gam ke andhere mein jala de
andhere mein jala de
do din ke khushi ke liye tu bech na imaan
tu bech na imaan
agar fristo ke liye insan teri shan
khud ko jara pehchan tu khud ko jara pehchan

jannat na kurano na yhudo ke liye hai
jannat na kurano na yhudo ke liye hai
alaah ka ye ghar to shahido ke liye hai
hai wakt sambhalne ka sambhal ja are nadan
sambhal ja are nadan
agar fristo ke liye insan teri shan
khud ko jara pehchan tu
khud ko jara pehchan

kya teri duwao se falak hil nahi sakta
falak hil nahi sakta
is dar se jo tu chahe to kya mil nahi sakta
to kya mil nahi sakta
thak jayega neki se burayi ka ye tufan
burayi ka ye tufan
agar fristo ke liye insan teri shan
khud ko jara pehcha
agar fristo ke liye insan teri shan
tu khud ko jara pehcha

In the tempest of sins, the lamp cannot ignite,
You, who have weathered the storm, now stand in light.
Your fate, it resides, foolish one, in your hand,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, across the land.
If angels bow to the glory of man's design,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, divine.

Erase a thousand sins etched upon your brow,
Erase, erase, and vow, and vow.
Ignite the lamp of virtue, in sorrow’s shroud,
In darkness deep, so profound, so loud.
For fleeting joy, do not your faith betray,
Do not betray, not today.
If angels bow to the glory of man's design,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, divine.

Paradise is not for Qurans, not for the Jew,
Not for the Jew, me and you.
This home of Allah is for those true,
For martyrs' hearts, forever new.
The time to awaken, heed the warning call,
Wake now, foolish one, lest you fall, fall, fall.
If angels bow to the glory of man's design,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, divine.

Can your prayers not move the heavens above?
Heavens above, in love, in love?
From this door, what you seek, can it not be?
Can it not be, eternally?
The storm of evil will weary, and then cease,
And then cease, find your peace.
If angels bow to the glory of man's design,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, divine.
If angels bow to the glory of man's design,
Know thyself, oh know thyself, divine.