haari ankhiyo ka sapna bhi haara haara
sooni ratiyo me jaise koi toota taara
ummid ki baati se kyu lau hai ruthi ruthi
kaise jalaau phir shamaa
auliya mere rasta dikha
auliya mere rasta dikha haaye
girte ko uthna sikha haaye
auliya mere rasta dikha
auliya mere rasta dikha
auliya

tune hatheli ki tedhi lakiro me di hai
naimate ya likhi saza hai
humne hamesha sar-aankho pe rakhi hai
jo bhi teri razaa hai
ho teri nazar me suna hai kai
jyada darza duaao se hai koshisho ka
ho jo ho raha hai wo anjaam hai
koshisho ka ya haadsa hai
hai mere saamne aaj do kashtiya
din kisi ek ka, na khuda
auliya mere rastaa dikha
auliya mere rastaa dikha haaye
girte ko uthna sikhaa haaye
auliya mere rasta dikha
auliya mere rasta dikha
auliya

The dream of weary eyes, a faded hue,
Like a fallen star in nights of empty dew.
Why does hope's wick refuse to blaze anew?
How can I rekindle the flame?

O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints, show me the way, oh,
Teach me to lift those who stumble and sway, oh,
O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints.

In the crooked lines of your palm, you've spun,
Blessings, or perhaps a decree begun.
We've held it always, as a sacred sun,
Whatever your will may be.
They say in your sight, the place is found,
Efforts are cherished more than prayers profound,
Whatever unfolds is the destined ground,
This is the accident of striving.
Before me stand two ships today,
The day belongs to one alone, oh God.
O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints, show me the way, oh,
Teach me to lift those who stumble and sway, oh,
O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints, show me the way,
O, my saints.