When angels questioned Iqbal's light, his gleam,
A longing for nature's hennaed, hidden dream.
Though earthbound, his spirit soared, a soaring plea,
Not Rumi, nor Syrian, nor Samarkand's decree.
He taught the angels Adam's yearning deep,
To Adam, he revealed God's secrets to keep.
Mercy, oh love,
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
Mercy, oh love.
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
A new age, a dawn,
A new age, a dawn, a new eve, abound.
A new age, a dawn, a new eve, abound.
A new age, a dawn, a new eve, abound.
A new age, a dawn, a new eve, abound.
A new age, a dawn, a new eve, abound.
If God you find, let nature be your guide,
If God you find, let nature be your guide,
If God you find, let nature be your guide,
If God you find, let nature be your guide,
A worthy son,
A worthy son, from the rose, a word confide.
A worthy son, from the rose, a word confide.
A worthy son, from the rose, a word confide.
A worthy son, from the rose, a word confide.
My way, it isn't wealth, but humble grace,
My way, it isn't wealth, but humble grace,
My way, it isn't wealth, but humble grace,
My way, it isn't wealth, but humble grace,
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace,
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace,
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace,
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace,
Don't sell yourself, don't sell yourself.
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace,
Don't sell yourself, in poverty, leave your trace.
Mercy, oh love, find your own sacred ground.
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