diya apni khudi ko jo hum ne mita
vo jo parda sa bich main tha na raha
raha parde main ab vo na
parda nashi koi dushra uske siva na raha
raha parde main ab vo na
parda nashi koi dushra uske siva na raha
diya apni khudi ko jo hum ne mita

na thi haal ki jab hum hai apne khabar
rahe dekhte auro ke vo hunar
na thi haal ki jab hum hai apne khabar
rahe dekhte auro ke vo hunar
padi apni buraaiyon par jo najar to
nigah mein koi bura na raha
padi apni buraaiyon par jo najar to
nigah mein koi bura na raha
diya apni khudi ko jo hum ne mita

jafar aadmi usko na janiyega
jafar admi usko na janiyega
ho vo kaisa hi saha be pamauj ka
jise aish main yaade na rahi
jise taish main khofe khuda na raha
jise aish main yaade na rahi
jise taish main khofe khuda na raha
diya apni khudi ko jo hum ne mita

When self was offered, utterly erased,
The veil that stood between, no longer faced.
No longer veiled, He stands, the only One,
No other veiled, beneath the setting sun.
No longer veiled, He stands, the only One,
No other veiled, beneath the setting sun.
When self was offered, utterly erased.

When unaware, of our own heart's plight,
We watched the skills of others, day and night.
When unaware, of our own heart's plight,
We watched the skills of others, day and night.
But when our flaws, at last, met our own gaze,
No fault remained, in all the world's maze.
But when our flaws, at last, met our own gaze,
No fault remained, in all the world's maze.
When self was offered, utterly erased.

Zafar, a man, you cannot truly know,
Zafar, a man, you cannot truly know,
Though he be king, with power's dazzling show,
Whose pleasure lacks remembrance of the Divine,
Whose anger holds no fear of the sublime.
Whose pleasure lacks remembrance of the Divine,
Whose anger holds no fear of the sublime.
When self was offered, utterly erased.