itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na
ham chale nek raste pe hamse bhul kar bhi koi bhul ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na
ham chale nek raste pe hamse bhul kar bhi koi bhul ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na

har taraf julm hai bebasi hai, sehma sehma sa har aadami hai
paap ka bojh badhta hi jaye, jane kaise ye dharti thami hai
bojh mamata se tu ye uthale, mere rachana ka ye ant hoga
ham chale nek raste pe hamse bhul kar bhi koi bhul ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na

ham andhere me hai roshni de, kho na de khudko hi dushmani se
ham saja paye apne kiye ki, maut bhi ho to sehle khushi se
kal jo gujra hai phir se na gujre, aanewala wo kal aisa ho na
ham chale nek raste pe hamse bhul kar bhi koi bhul ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na
itni shakti hame de na data, man ka vishvas kamzor ho na

Grant us, O Giver, this strength we crave,
That faith's ember within, it never wave.
Grant us this power, our spirits to mend,
That in weakness, our trust may never bend.
Upon the path of virtue, may we tread,
And stumble not, by folly mis-led.
Grant us this power, our spirits to mend,
That in weakness, our trust may never bend.

On every side, oppression's cruel hand,
And helplessness, across the ravaged land.
Each soul is cowering, in shadow's deep,
As sin's dark burden, the earth does keep.
How does she bear this weight, this endless plight?
Lift with compassion, the darkness of night.
This is the end, of my song's refrain.
Upon the path of virtue, let us remain,
And stumble not, by folly mis-led.
Grant us this power, our spirits to mend,
That in weakness, our trust may never bend.

In darkness, bestow upon us your light,
Lest we lose ourselves, to endless fight.
May we embrace the consequences we face,
Even in death, find joy in your grace.
May yesterday's shadows, never return,
May tomorrow's dawn, a new lesson learn.
Upon the path of virtue, may we remain,
And stumble not, by folly mis-led.
Grant us this power, our spirits to mend,
That in weakness, our trust may never bend.
Grant us this power, our spirits to mend,
That in weakness, our trust may never bend.