kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
dil hone ko hai patthar maula
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
zakhmo ko par bhar de maula

duniya bhar me tabahi kyun hai
chup tu aise ilaahi kyun hai
kahin gam hai, matam hai
kahin aankhe sabhi nam hain
kahin khoon bhi ek rang hai
kahin tere naam se jang hai
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
zakhmon ko par bhar de maula
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
rasta de, rehbar de maula

darbadar main dhoop me tarasa re
barsa na paani ka katra re
kis kadar khata bhi kya hui
batla de, ummide kyun kam hain
kyun zakhm hi marham hain
kya itne bure ham hain
naraz tu har dam hain
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
zakhmo ko par bhar de maula
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
rasta de, rehbar de maula

duniya bhar me tabahi kyun hai
chup tu aise ilaahi kyun hai
kahin gam hai, matam hai
kahin aankhe sabhi nam hain
kahin khoon bhi ek rang hai
kahin tere naam se jang hai
kuchh kar maula, kuchh kar maula
dil hone ko hai pathar maula
kuchh kar maula, maula, maula

Do something, Master, do something, Master,
My heart is turning to stone, Master.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
Mend the wings of these wounds, Master.

Why this wreckage across the world?
Silent, you, Oh, God, why are you so curled?
Grief abounds, mourning's song,
Every eye brimming, where did we go wrong?
Where blood is but a single hue,
Where wars are waged in praise of you.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
Mend the wings of these wounds, Master.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
Show the way, give guidance, Master.

Wandering, I thirst in the sun,
No drop of water, the day is outrun.
What sin have I committed, tell,
Why are hopes dwindling, where did we fell?
Why are wounds the only balm,
Are we so wretched, causing so much harm?
Forever displeased, it seems,
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
Mend the wings of these wounds, Master.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
Show the way, give guidance, Master.

Why this wreckage across the world?
Silent, you, Oh, God, why are you so curled?
Grief abounds, mourning's song,
Every eye brimming, where did we go wrong?
Where blood is but a single hue,
Where wars are waged in praise of you.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,
My heart is turning to stone, Master.
Do something, Master, do something, Master,