tum ho aur kya ho ye hum jaan gaye hai
ab samne aa jao ke pehchan gaye hai
o bekhabar tujhe kya pata
mile dil jise wo hai badshah
o bekhabar tujhe kya pata
mile dil jise wo badshah
wo jo dard duniya ka baant le
wo vaser nahi wo vaser nahi
wo to hai khuda
o bekhabar tujhe kya pata

tode jo kisi ka dil koi
kahte hai falak hil jata hai
ek parda nasi ki baat hai kya
dhunde se khuda mil jata hai
ye bedh ki baat kahe kaise
dil walo ne kya kya dekh liya
mansur chada jab suli par
duniya ne thamasha dekh liya
hai khuda ka bhi yahi faisla
hai khuda ka bhi yahi faisla
mile dil jise wo hai badshah
wo jo dard duniya ka baant le
wo vaser nahi
wo to hai khuda
o bekhabar tujhe kya pata

kuch log badalkar bhesh yaha
sansar ko dhokha dete hai
jhuthi hi tasilli de dekar
bimar ko dhokha dete hai
kuch aise bhi hai dilwale yaha
jo jaan ke dhokha khate hai
dushman ko dost samjhte hai
pehchan ke dhokha khate hai
luta dil to dil ne yahi kaha
luta dil to dil ne yahi kaha
kahte hai ke duniya se pehle
dilwalo ki tasveer bani
phir husn bana phir ishq bana
phir aashiq ki taqdeer bani
diwane hume gaafil na samajh
hum aashiq hai nadan nahi
har baat ko khub samajhte hai
hai akalmand nadan nahi
jo kisi ke gham se ho aasna
jo kisi ke gham se ho aasna
wo vaser nahi
wo to hai khuda
o bekhabar tujhe kya pata

You are and what you are, we now understand,
Come forth, now, for we have recognized your hand.
Oh, unaware, what can you know,
The heart he finds, a king will grow.
Oh, unaware, what can you know,
The heart he finds, a king will grow.

He who shares the world's deep ache,
Is not mere time, no, that he will not take,
He is the Lord, in truth and grace,
Oh, unaware, what can you trace.

If one should break another's heart in two,
They say the heavens tremble, feel it true.
A veiled secret, a whispered plea,
Seek and you find, God's company.
How to speak of this secret deep,
That the heart has seen while others sleep?
Mansoor ascended the cross's wood,
The world beheld, and misunderstood.
God's judgment, etched in every scene,
God's judgment, ever keen.
The heart he finds, a king will be.
He who shares the world's deep decree,
Is not mere time, that he will not see,
He is the Lord eternally,
Oh, unaware, what can you see.

Some, disguised, their true selves hide,
Deceiving the world, in their stride.
False comfort given, a hollow art,
Deceiving the sick, and breaking the heart.
And some are here, with hearts so bold,
Who know deceit, and yet are sold.
Enemies seen as trusted friends,
Recognizing deceit, until the end.
When the heart is lost, it softly sighs,
When the heart is lost, with tear-filled eyes,
They say, before the world's first light,
The hearts of lovers shone so bright,
Then beauty bloomed, then love's true art,
Then the lovers' fate, to play their part.
Do not think us fools, though we may seem,
We are lovers, not lost in a dream.
We understand each and every clue,
No wise one, is ever truly through.
He who knows another's grief and pain,
He who knows another's tear-soaked rain,
Is not mere time, that he will not claim,
He is the Lord, in love's sweet name,
Oh, unaware, what can you see?