Ibn-e-Maryam hua kare koi

Let someone be the Son of Mary, great and true, what can one do? For this my sorrow, find a cure that's new, what can one do?

The law of God and man provides a point of view, But for a killer of this kind, what can one do?

Her walk, an arrow from a bow drawn taut and true, That pierces deep into the heart, what can one do?

There, for a word, they'll cut a speaking tongue clean through; Let her speak on, and let some other listen, what can one do?

The frantic things I babble, a chaotic slew, I pray to God they make no sense, what can one do?

Don't listen if another speaks an evil word to you; If someone does an evil deed, don't speak of it, what can one do?

If someone walks a crooked path, block their way anew, And if they make a mistake, forgive them, what can one do?

Who is there in this world not needy, through and through? And of these needs, whose can be met, what can one do?

What did the guide Khizr for Alexander really do? So who is there to follow now, what can one do?

When every last expectance, Ghalib, is withdrawn from you, Then why hold any grievance now, what can one do?