ya rab tere karam se hai ye iltiza meri
koi khata nahi hai yahi hai khata meri
sata le jamana mujhe bebasi me
bala se agar aaye gum jindagi me
sahara hai mujhko habibe khuda ka
rasule khuda ka
sata le jamana mujhe bebasi me
bala se agar aaye gum jindagi me
sahara hai mujhko habibe khuda ka
rasule khuda ka
satale jamana mujhe bebasi me

meri begunahi pe ilzam rakh de
meri begunahi pe ilzam rakh de
jamana jo chahe mera nam rakh de
ke aata hai jeena mujhe bekasi me
bala se agar aaye gum jindagi me
sahara hai mujhko habibe khuda ka
rasule khuda ka
satale jamana mujhe bebasi me

mujhe dar nahi koi ranjo alam ka
mujhe dar nahi koi ranjo alam ka
sahe ambe aaka karam hai to gum kya
mukkadar bhi shamil rahe dusmani me
bala se agar aaye gum jindagi me
sahara hai mujhko habibe khuda ka
rasule khuda ka
satale jamana mujhe bebasi me

mere kamli wale ko sabki khabar hai
mere kamli wale ko sabki khabar hai
mere hale dil par bhi unki najar hai
badal denge wo gum ke aasu khushi me
badal denge wo gum ke aasu khushi me
aasu khushi me

satale jamana mujhe bebasi me
bala se agar aaye gum jindagi me
sahara hai mujhko habibe khuda ka
rasule khuda ka
sata le jamana mujhe bebasi me

By Your grace, my Lord, this is my plea,
My fault is not a deed, but simply me.
Let the world torment me in my plight,
What matter if life's sorrows take their flight?
My solace lies in the Beloved's hold,
The Prophet's grace, more precious than gold.
Let the world torment me in my plight,
What matter if life's sorrows take their flight?
My solace lies in the Beloved's hold,
The Prophet's grace, more precious than gold.
Let the world torment me in my plight.

On my innocence, let blame be cast,
On my innocence, let blame be cast,
Let the world name me as it may, amassed.
For I know how to live in this despair,
What matter if life's sorrows I must bear?
My solace lies in the Beloved's hold,
The Prophet's grace, more precious than gold.
Let the world torment me in my plight.

I fear no grief, no sorrow's sting,
I fear no grief, no sorrow's sting,
For the King of Prophets, his mercy will bring.
Though destiny join in enmity's fray,
What matter if life's sorrows come my way?
My solace lies in the Beloved's hold,
The Prophet's grace, more precious than gold.
Let the world torment me in my plight.

My veiled one, knows all, from near and far,
My veiled one, knows all, from near and far,
He sees my heart, where hidden feelings are.
He'll turn those tears of sorrow to glee,
He'll turn those tears of sorrow to glee.
Glee.

Let the world torment me in my plight,
What matter if life's sorrows take their flight?
My solace lies in the Beloved's hold,
The Prophet's grace, more precious than gold.
Let the world torment me in my plight.