maine hath apne uthakar ye dua mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar ye dua mangi hai
dil ka har dard mit jaye ye dua mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar

maine pyase hotho se maine pyase hotho se
koi zam nahi manga hai maine apni kismat pe
inam nahi manga hai apni sari khatao ki
apni sari khatao ki saza mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar ye dua mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar

ye kahna mishkil hai ye kahna mishkil hai
aisi kahaniyo me tum sunoge to kahoge
aisi diwaniyo me maine bewafao se
maine bewafao se wafa mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar ye dua mangi hai
dil ka har dard mit jaye ye dua mangi hai
maine hath apne uthakar

I raised my hands, a prayer I spun,
I raised my hands, and prayed as one,
That every ache within my heart be gone,
I raised my hands.

From thirsty lips, I did not crave,
No brimming cup, no gilded wave.
I asked no prize, for fate to pave,
Upon my brow.

For all my sins, a penance deep,
For all my failings, secrets to keep,
A just reward, while shadows sleep,
I raised my hands.

It's hard to say, in tales untold,
In stories whispered, brave and bold,
In madness, where the truths unfold,
I sought from those, a love betrayed,
I sought from those, fidelity's parade,
I raised my hands, and this I prayed.
That every ache within my heart be gone,
I raised my hands.