jise banaya tha data ne dharti ka wardan re
jise banaya tha mali ne sach much hi insan re
nafrat ki ek hi thokar ne ye kya se kya kar dala re
ye kya se kya kar dala re kya se kya kar dala
apne hi lahu ka pyasa hai apne hi lahu ka pyasa hai
nafrat ko mitane wala re nafrat ko mitane wala re
kya se kya kar dala nafrat ki ek hi thokar ne

makhan ki rah jiska man tha fagun ki tarah jo khilta tha
sawan ki tarah jo chalta tha badal ki tarah jo lipatta tha
barud ne aise fariste ko barud ne ha fariste ko
rang dala kitna kala re rang dala kitna kala re
kya se kya kar dala nafrat ki ek hi thokar ne

ye apna paraya bhul gaya ye apna paraya bhul gaya
bas khun ki holi yaad rahi ise khun ki holi yaad rahi
dulhan ka dola bhul gaya dulhan ka dola bhul gaya
bas maut ki soli yaad rahi ise bas maut ki soli yaad rahi
awtar fariste bhul gaya awtar fariste bhul gaya
nafrat ko mitane wala re nafrat ko mitane wala re
ye kya se kya kar dala nafrat ki ek hi thokar ne

insan ke yahi agar tewar hai to pyar ka akhir kya hoga
insan pe dharti mata ke upkar ka akhir kya hoga
ab kaun hai malik tere siwa ab kaun hai malik tere siwa
is dunia ka rakhwala re is dunia ka rakhwala re
nafrat ki ek hi thokar ne ye kya se kya kar dala re
ye kya se kya kar dala re kya se kya kar dala re

The earth's own gift, a blessing blessed,
A true creation, by the Lord addressed,
One hateful blow, a single, cruel design,
How it has changed, this fate now intertwined,
How it has changed, how it has come to be,
Thirsty for blood, consuming savagery,
He, who would quell hate, he, who would make it cease,
A single blow, and shattered all of peace.

A heart of butter, gentle, pure, and free,
That bloomed in spring, for all the world to see,
Like monsoon rains, in gentle currents flowed,
Enveloped all, as clouds a grace bestowed,
Gunpowder then, on such a saint did fall,
Gunpowder stained, and covered one and all,
How it has changed, this fate now so unkind,
A single blow, leaving all hope behind.

The self and other, all distinctions gone,
Only the blood, the crimson stained upon,
Forgotten vows, the bridal palanquin,
Only the death, the somber death within,
The angels fallen, the avatars unseen,
He, who would quell hate, he, who would intervene,
How it has changed, a tragic, bitter plea,
A single blow, for all eternity.

If this the measure of humanity,
Then what of love, what will its future be?
What of the earth, its bounty, rich and deep,
What of its gifts, that all the nations keep?
Who now, O Lord, but You alone can claim,
To guard this world, to salvage from the flame,
A single blow, how it has come to be,
How it has changed, for all eternity.