koi naa jane bhagy ki baate jane bhagyvidhata re
kyu ye duniya dol rahi hai andhkar kyu chhaya re
sare rishte huye paraye aisa ghav lagaya re honi to hoke rahe
ye jo dharm hai ye jo karm hai raah aasan hoti hai inki nhi
ye jo saty ki kyu asty se nav jo dilti hai sabhlti nhi
ye jo yudhd ki bhai bhai mein aag aisi lagi hai ki bujhti nhi
honi to hoke rahe

chhute hai rajmahal ab vanwas ki chhaya hai
jitne bhi paap kiye mein jag mein fal uska paya hai
anjani raaho mein kyu man jaane ghabraya hai
bhakti se shakti paye yahi samkh me aaya hai
dekhi jo hanimaan ki maaya kaisi maaya hai
tuta hai ahankaar to bhim samjh ye paaya hai

ye naya sawera aaya hai jisme ek deep jalaya hai
sau hathi ka bal paya ye ishwar ki maaya hai
shiv aur parvti dono ne arjun ko bhi gyaan diya
shaktishali dhanush se uski bhakti ka samma kiya honi to
hoke rahe kaise hai ye khel samay ke badle kya kya rup re
kahi chhanv mein jivan hai re kahi kadi hai
dhup re honi to hoke rahe

The Weaver knows, the Knower of Fate, alone.
Why does the world tremble, a darkness sown?
All bonds estrange, a wound of deep design,
What must be, will be, the threads entwine.

This creed, this deed, their paths are never light,
Truth's vessel tossed, it founders in the night.
The war within, brother to brother's flame,
Burns ever bright, a never-ending game.
What must be, will be, the echo of time.

Palaces forsaken, exile's somber grace,
The world's dark deeds, the reaping of their place.
Why does the heart in unknown pathways fear?
In devotion's power, the answer comes clear.
Behold Hanuman's magic, a wondrous art,
Pride shattered now, as Bhima knew his heart.

A dawn arrives, a single lamp ablaze,
A hundred elephants' strength, in God's bright haze.
Shiva and Parvati, to Arjuna's soul impart,
Their wisdom's gift, and honored faith's true art.
What must be, will be, the timeless decree.

How does Time play, in shifting, hidden guise?
In shadows some, in blazing sun, life lies.
What must be, will be, the echo of time.