bhagwan tumhari duniya me kyun dil thukraye jate hai
kyun chahne walo ke arma matti me milaye jate hai
bhagwan tumhari duniya me

kyun is bedard zamane me
kyun is bedard zamane me lakho hi mahal aashao ke
lakho hi mahal aashao ke
har roj banaye jate hai har roj mitaye jate hai
bhagwan tumhari duniya me

hoti hai burai ki puja
hoti hai burai ki puja is teri andhi duniya me
aur nek insa aansu ki tarah najro se giraye jate hai
bhagwan tumhari duniya me

o jivan bagiya ke mali teri bagiya ki ye rit hai kya
teri bagiya ki ye rit hai kya
jo phul khile sehre ke liye arthi pe chadaye jate hai
bhagwan tumhari duniya me kyun dil thukraye jate hai
kyun chahne walo ke arma matti me milaye jate hai
bhagwan tumhari duniya me

In your world, oh Lord, why hearts are spurned,
Why lovers' dreams to dust are turned?
In your world, oh Lord.

Why in this heartless age,
In this heartless age, are castles built of hope,
Millions of them, built of hope,
Each day erected, each day erased?
In your world, oh Lord.

Evil is worshipped,
Evil is worshipped in your blind domain,
While the righteous, like tears, are cast aside.
In your world, oh Lord.

O gardener of life's garden, what is this custom?
What is this custom in your garden?
That blooms meant for the wedding wreath, are borne upon a bier.
In your world, oh Lord, why hearts are spurned,
Why lovers' dreams to dust are turned?
In your world, oh Lord.