yaha devata kon hai kon yaha shaita
devta aur shaitan ka sangam hota hai har insan
devta aur shaitan ka sangam hota hai har insan
yaha devata kon hai kon yaha shaita
devta aur shaitan ka sangam
hota hai har insan hota hai har insan
devta aur shaitan ka sangam hota hai har insan

koi kisi bhi disha me rahe suraj to purab se niklega
insani phitrat bhi atal hai kon hai jo ise badlega
koi kisi bhi disha me rahe suraj to purab se niklega
insani phitrat bhi atal hai kon hai jo ise badlega

kise bhala kise bura kahoge bhala bura har insan
yaha devata kon hai kon yaha shaita
devta aur shaitan ka sangam
hota hai har insan hota hai har insa
devta aur shaitan hota hai har insan

jisme jitni achhayi hoti hai utni burayi
pap aur punay milakar hi duniya kudrat ne banayi
jisme jitni achhayi hoti hai utni burayi
pap aur punay milakar hi duniya kudrat ne banayi
mera zamir hai meri adalat pehchane har insan
yaha devata kon hai kon yaha shaita
devta aur shaitan ka sangam hota hai har insan
hota hai har insa devta aur shaitan hota hai har insan

Who, here, is god, and who the demon's guise?
In every soul, two currents intertwine.
In every soul, a meeting, bittersweet,
Of angel's grace and shadows that convene.
Who, here, is god, and who the demon's art?
In every soul, a fusion takes its hold,
In every heart, a battle yet untold.
In every soul, this dance of dark and light.

No matter where your compass may be set,
The sun will rise, its journey to complete.
And human nature, fixed, its course defined,
Who dares to change the currents of the tide?
No matter where you choose to set your gaze,
The sun will rise, immutable and bright.
And human spirit, steadfast through the days,
Who dares to shape the darkness and the light?

Who's good, then, and who's evil, tell me true?
Good and bad, in every soul they dwell.
Who, here, is god, and who the demon's snare?
In every soul, a union, strange and deep,
In every heart, where secrets softly sleep,
In every soul, this union we all share.

The measure of the good, the evil's sway,
In equal parts, they both begin to play.
Sin and virtue, blended in the fray,
This world is woven, nature finds its way.
The measure of the good, the measure of the wrong,
In balance held, the shadows and the dawn.
Sin and virtue, in this woven song,
The world is born, where darkness and light are drawn.
My conscience, my own court of judging worth,
Recognized by every heart on earth.
Who, here, is god, and who the demon's birth?
In every soul, this dance of death and birth.
In every soul, a meeting, bittersweet,
Of angel's grace and shadows that convene.
In every heart, the echo we repeat.
In every soul, this dance of dark and light.