mere bhagye ke vidhata
mere bhagye ke vidhata, sukh dukh ke o data
parabhu apni daya ka, mujhe dan de de
de de aisa ujiyara, jo mita de andhiyara
bas itna sahara, bhagwan de de
mere bhagye ke vidhata

tujhse hi jag me hote andhere ujale
tujhse hi jag me hote andhere ujale
dukh ki ghadi me tu hi sabhi ko sambhale
dukh ki ghadi me tu hi sabhi ko sambhale
tere khel hai nirale
tere khel hai nirale o sansar ke rakhvale
o dayalu jara mujh pe bhi dayan de de
bas itna sahara bhagwan de de
mere bhagye ke vidhata

aisi sulgati hai jiwan ki bati
aisi sulgati hai jiwan ki bati
jal bhi na pati haye bujh bhi na pati
jal bhi na pati haye bujh bhi na pati
mai hu deep adh jala sa
mai hu deep adh jala sa
mujhe ghere hai nirasha
nayi aasha ki kiran dayavan de de
bas itna sahara bhagwan de de
mere bhagye ke vidhata, sukh dukh ke o data
parabhu apni daya ka mujhe dan de de
de de aisa ujira jo mita de andhiyara
bas itna sahara bhagwan de de
mere bhagye ke vidhata

hey parmesewar hey dukh hari
ab na mujhe bisaaro
har lo meri vipda sari, dukh se mujhe ubharo
andhiyaro ke sagar se, parbhu mujhko par utaro
dedo aankho ko ujiyari meri or niharo
parbhu meri or niharo
parbhu meri or niharo
parbhu meri or niharo

O Weaver of my fate,
Giver of joy and sorrow's weight,
Grant me your grace, a generous decree,
Bestow a light that darkness cannot see,
Just this support, Oh Lord, for me.
O Weaver of my fate.

From you, the world's shadows and suns arise,
From you, in grief, all find their ties,
Your games are strange, beyond all sight,
O Guardian of the world, with all your might,
Show mercy, be kind, a glimpse of light,
Just this support, Oh Lord, for me.
O Weaver of my fate.

Thus burns the wick of life's frail flame,
Thus burns the wick of life's frail flame,
Unable to burn, yet not the same,
Unable to burn, yet not the same,
A lamp half-lit, I stand alone,
A lamp half-lit, I stand alone,
Despair surrounds, a heavy stone,
Give hope's bright ray, my heart to own,
Just this support, Oh Lord, for me.
O Weaver of my fate,
Giver of joy and sorrow's weight,
Grant me your grace, a generous decree,
Bestow a light that darkness cannot see,
Just this support, Oh Lord, for me.
O Weaver of my fate.

O God, who conquers pain's cruel sting,
Do not forget, the solace bring,
Release me now from all distress,
From sorrow's depths, my soul to bless,
From darkness deep, to lead and guide,
Across the sea, with you beside.
Give light to eyes that long to see,
Look upon me, and set me free.
Look upon me, and set me free.
Look upon me, and set me free.
Look upon me, and set me free.