nigaah-e-mehar hamase aaj be-taqasir phirati hai
kisi ki kuchh nahi chalati jab taqadir phirati hai

sitam bhi tumhaare karam bhi tumhaare
pukaare sitamaqash to kisako pukaare

zabaan par khaamoshi nazar se ishaare
jo yun chot khaa_e vo kisako pukaare
sitam bhi tumhaare

zamaane ki karavat badal degaa saahil
chalaa-chal chalaa-chal kinaare-kinaare
sitam bhi tumhaare

nazar usane badali jo dil ko lubhaa kar
pukaar uthi qismat buri haar haare
sitam bhi tumhaare

From kindness, eyes now turn, unjustly, cold,
When fate itself begins to turn and scold.
Your wrath, your grace, a tangled, bitter thread,
Whom shall the wounded call, when hope is dead?

Silence on the tongue, signals in the gaze,
Who cries for solace in these darkened days?
Your wrath, your grace...

The shore will shift, the world will rearrange,
Move onward, onward, tracing every range.
Your wrath, your grace...

The gaze she shifted, heart's dark, sweet allure,
Then cried, "My fate, how lost, how insecure!"
Your wrath, your grace...