Joy touched my heart whenever there was agony.
Who hath the art of praising the lord’s creation.
‘Cause all we say or do is inadequate to god’s mystic deeds.
Oh friend! Your love surpasses the very thought of agony.
‘Cause god’s made our friendship eternal and graceful.
Who hath the art of praising you, my lord, just who hath.

Every path to my friendship has been paved by him.
Every route to your heart has been designed by the lord.
Oh friend! We walketh upon this sand trying to know its creator.
But yet our bond which has created by the lord also remains firm.
For he who knows the friendship bond also knows the lord.
Who hath the art of praising you my lord, just who hath.