Each one here believes themselves wise,
So wise, they believe,
Each one here believes themselves wise.
No one knows, not for a moment,
Not for a moment,
What might come to pass,
What might come to pass.
Each one here believes themselves wise,
So wise, they believe.
In a moment, a measure shifts, fate turns,
Fate turns,
In a moment, life, in a moment, death, hope becomes a spectacle,
A spectacle it becomes.
In a moment, one becomes a Ranjha,
Among the blind, a one-eyed man,
Each one here believes themselves wise,
So wise, they believe.
Lies they make truth, filling coffers,
Filling coffers,
Against each other, they aim their arrows,
Their arrows,
Why do they entangle themselves, why do they entangle themselves,
With their own woven threads, with their own woven threads?
Each one here believes themselves wise,
So wise, they believe.
From floor to throne, then to the abyss, a curious wrestling match,
A curious wrestling match,
Understanding all, yet senseless is this world,
This world,
They say of what has passed,
This is the decree of the Lord,
Each one here believes themselves wise,
So wise, they believe.
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