uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai
ruh pyasi meri khuda ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai
ruh pyasi meri khuda ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai

samma se dil lagaye parwana
kuch na mane kisi ki diwana
samma se dil lagaye parwana
kuch na mane kisi ki diwana
bahte pani ko kaun roke
mil jayega wo sagar se
ye kashis sab me hi bala ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai

jisko jisse lagav hota hai
uski taraf hi khichav hota hai
jisko jisse lagav hota hai
uski taraf hi khichav hota hai
fitrat kabhi bhi badalti nahi
ye chaal koi bhi chalti nahi
ye to sacchai ek sada ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai
ruh pyasi meri khuda ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai
uski hai jisne ye ada ki hai

The one who crafted this grace, it's His,
My soul, it thirsts for the Divine's kiss.
The one who crafted this grace, it's His,
My soul, it thirsts for the Divine's kiss.
The one who crafted this grace, it's His.

The moth, its heart ablaze for the flame,
Ignoring all, consumed by love's game.
The moth, its heart ablaze for the flame,
Ignoring all, consumed by love's game.
Who can hold back the flowing stream?
It merges back with the boundless sea,
This longing, in all, a burning decree,
The one who crafted this grace, it's His.

To whom attachment is held so dear,
Towards them, the pull is ever near.
To whom attachment is held so dear,
Towards them, the pull is ever near.
Nature's ways, they never depart,
No trickery plays a cunning art,
This truth, it echoes from eternity,
The one who crafted this grace, it's His,
My soul, it thirsts for the Divine's kiss,
The one who crafted this grace, it's His,
The one who crafted this grace, it's His.