Give your heart, oh mortal, give your heart,
Give your heart,
Give your heart, oh mortal, give your heart,
Give your heart,
Give your heart, oh mortal, give your heart,
Give your heart,
God will find you,
If love should take root.
In every gathering, He dwells,
Just open your eyes.
Hear what the Divine whispers,
Give your heart, give your heart, give your heart,
Give your heart, give your heart, give your heart.
Why do you seek Him,
Behind locked doors?
In the folds of faiths,
In customs and creeds?
Where does He reside?
In mosque’s minarets?
In prayer beads' rhythm?
In moon and in stars?
Even in forgetfulness,
God resides within the heart.
If you break that,
What remains at all?
Hear what the Divine whispers,
Give your heart, give your heart, give your heart,
Give your heart, give your heart, give your heart.
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