ya maula ya maula, maula maula
ya maula ya maula, maula maula
dard bahut hai ruh talak hairan hai
sisak rahe hai jo mere arman hai
dard bahut hai ruh talak hairan hai
sisak rahe hai jo mere arman hai
jale to jale kuch bhi jale dhua uthta hai
meri sanse jali mera dil jala par dhua kaha hai
banjar dil ye dur talak biran hai
tut rahe khwabo me ab bhi jan hai
ya maula ya maula, maula maula
ya maula ya maula, maula maula

khwabo ke andhero me ghira hai dil mera
chubhti hai sanse suna suna hai sawera
khwabo ke andhero me ghira hai dil mera
chubhti hai sanse suna suna hai sawera
sard rago me barf jami hai, bato me bhi thodi nami hai
uthne ko hai aaj ek tufa, lautengi bahare hai magar imtiha
manjil dur hai rah nahi aasan hai
tut rahe khawabo me ab bhi jan hai
maula maula maula maula
maula mere maula maula
maula mere maula maula

dhundhli si rah pe hai bebasi ka dera
roshni ko dhundhne chala hai man mera
dhundhli si rah pe hai bebasi ka dera
roshni ko dhundhne chala hai man mera
surkh lahu me jahar ghula hai, chaha kya tha mil kya raha hai
sahma sahma sa lage hai sama, dafan hai mujhme ummido ka jaha
waqt ke aage hara har insan hai
tut rahe khwabo me ab bhi jan hai
ya maula maula

Oh, Master, Oh Master, Master, Master,
Oh, Master, Oh Master, Master, Master.
Pain, a tempest, reaching the soul's core,
Sighing now, the desires I adore.
Pain, a tempest, reaching the soul's core,
Sighing now, the desires I adore.
Though fire consumes, though everything burns,
Smoke ascends, my very being mourns.
My breath ablaze, my heart in embers deep,
But where, oh where, does solace sleep?
A barren heart, a wasteland's lonely plea,
Yet, in shattered dreams, life still breathes free.
Oh, Master, Oh Master, Master, Master,
Oh, Master, Oh Master, Master, Master.

Grief's shadows gather, enfolding my heart,
Each breath now stings, a dawn torn apart.
Grief's shadows gather, enfolding my heart,
Each breath now stings, a dawn torn apart.
In veins turned icy, a frozen embrace,
And in words, a tear's lingering trace.
A storm now awakens, ready to rise,
The waves will plunder, yet hope still denies.
The destination distant, the path not made,
Yet, in shattered dreams, life is displayed.
Master, Master, Master, Master,
My Master, my Master,
My Master, my Master.

On paths obscure, despair takes its hold,
My spirit ventures, seeking stories told.
On paths obscure, despair takes its hold,
My spirit ventures, seeking stories told.
In crimson blood, a poison now does seep,
What was sought, and what now will keep?
The world feels weary, heavy with dread,
A world of hope within me is dead.
Before time's advance, all mortals must fall,
Yet, in shattered dreams, life hears the call.
Oh, Master, Master.