khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
mere mahabub ko kisne banaya sochta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
mere mahabub ko kisne banaya sochta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se

mushavir khud paresha hai ki ye tasvir kiski hai
banogi jiski tum aisi hasi taqdir kiski hai
kabhi wo jal raha hoga, kabhi khush ho raha hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
mere mahabub ko kisne banaya sochta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se

zamane bhar ki masti ko ne sameta hai
gale se zism ko kitni bahaaro me lapeta hai
hua tum sa koi pahle na koi dusra hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
mere mahabub ko kisne banaya sochta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se

farishte bhi yaha raato ko aakar ghumte hoge
jaha rakhti ho tum paaw, jagah wo chumte hoge
kisi ke dil pe kya guzri, ye wo hi janta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se jab zami par dekhta hoga
mere mahabub ko kisne banaya sochta hoga
khuda bhi aasmaa se

From heavens high, when God gazes down,
From heavens high, when God gazes down,
He wonders, "Whose hand crafted this crown?"
From heavens high, when God gazes down,
He wonders, "Whose hand crafted this crown?"
God, from heavens high.

Even the painter, lost in art's maze,
Wonders whose portrait now meets his gaze,
Whose fortune, so bright, your smile will embrace?
He is burning, perhaps, then with joy he will race
From heavens high, when God gazes down,
He wonders, "Whose hand crafted this crown?"
God, from heavens high.

The world's mirth, in you, has found its hold,
Round your form, how many springtimes enfold,
None like you before, a story untold.
From heavens high, when God gazes down,
He wonders, "Whose hand crafted this crown?"
God, from heavens high.

Angels, at night, here softly roam,
Where your feet have trod, they kiss your home,
The heart's plight, only He would know alone.
From heavens high, when God gazes down,
He wonders, "Whose hand crafted this crown?"
God, from heavens high.