badalta ja raha hain
din b bin naksha zamane ka
irada to nahi malik
kahi duniya mitane ka
badalta ja raha hain

wo teri raah me sab kuch lutaye
khaye wo thokar
vadi khushiya manaye
aur neki kaate din ro kar
tamasha kaisa ye tera hansane ka rulane ka
hansane ka rulane ka
badalta ja raha hain

hain aankho me tere jalwe
juba pe allah ho akbar
hain teri yaad dil me
shikwa na fariyad hain lab par
tera maksad hain kya malik
inhe ye din dikhane ka
inhe ye din dikhane ka
badalta ja raha hain
badalta ja raha hain
din b bin naksha zamane ka
iraada to nahi malik
kahi duniya mitane ka
badalta ja raha hain

The world remakes itself, day by passing day,
A shifting map, its contours start to sway.
Does the hand of the Maker, in its grand design,
Intend to erase this world, to end its line?
The world remakes itself.

Those who give all for your path's embrace,
Find only stumbling, a fall from grace.
While empty joys their hollow triumphs claim,
The good ones weep, consumed by endless shame.
What play is this, of laughter and of tears,
Of smiles and sorrow, through the passing years?
Of laughter and of tears.
The world remakes itself.

Your radiance shines within the eye's deep hold,
While on the tongue, "Allah, the great," unfolds.
Your memory dwells within the heart's core,
No complaints uttered, no pleas to implore.
What is your purpose, Master, what's your aim,
To let them witness this, this burning flame?
To let them witness this.
The world remakes itself.
The world remakes itself,
Day by passing day,
A shifting map, its contours start to sway.
Does the hand of the Maker, in its grand design,
Intend to erase this world, to end its line?
The world remakes itself.