ola ola je rab milda nat atotiya
de rab milda daduyan machiya nu ho je rab milda
jangle firyan je rab milda,je rab milda
je rab milda jangle firyan je rab milda
dundiya

If God were found in ritual, in prayer's echo,
He'd dwell where the fish find solace in the ocean's flow.
If God were found in forests, in the trees' deep sigh,
He'd be a whisper to the ocean's eye.
He'd meet the mute, the voiceless, in their silent plea.
In the true eyes of butterflies, where secrets flee.
Oh, Allah, in your glory, may we truly see.

You read a thousand books, a scholar's endless quest,
But never turned the page to know your own unrest.
The world’s a stage, a show of what one should be.
You fight with devils, but never look within to see.
You never wrestled with the self you try to hide.
The open eyes of saints, where truth does reside.

Tearing through the skies, the heart that laughs unseen,
Never grasped God's grace, where true love has been.
Oh, Allah, in your glory, come into our space.
Come to our home, oh brother, grace our sacred place.
Morning and evening, friend, morning and evening,
Come to our home, oh brother, morning and evening,
Come to our home, friend, morning and evening,
Come to our home, brother, come,
Morning and evening, friend, morning and evening.

Come to our home, oh brother, morning and evening,
Come to our home, friend, morning and evening.
That longing soul, that burning search for grace,
The one my Friend embraces, finds his sacred space.
He needs no journey to Mecca's hallowed ground,
He needs no pilgrimage, where only love is found.
If the Beloved's vision is his holy rite.
Tear down the mosque, the temple, burn them in the night.
Tear down all that's built, but never break a heart,
For God resides within, a work of art.

Search the forests, the valleys, search with all your might,
Search the whole world, find the pure light.
Don't torment yourself, morning and evening, friend,
Come to our home, oh brother, until the very end.
Come to our home, oh brother, come to our home,
Come to our home, morning and evening,
Morning and evening.

Morning and evening, friend, morning and evening,
Come to our home, friend, morning and evening.
Don't read again, the books you've read before,
Account for what's within, and nothing more.
If you've not accounted for what's in your soul,
What account will you give, when your life has become whole?
If I am to depart, if I am to leave,
If I am to depart, if I am to leave,
I will leave, I will leave.