bachche man ke sachche
bachche man ke sachche
saari jag ki aankh ke taare
ye vo nanhe phul hai jo
bhagvaan ko lagte pyaare
bachche man ke sachche

khud ruthe, khud man jaaye, phir hamajoli ban jaaye
jhagdaa jiske saath kare, agle hi pal phir baat kare
jhagdaa jiske saath kare, agle hi pal phir baat kare
inko kisi se bair nahi, inke liye koi gair nahi
inkaa bholaapan miltaa hai, sabko baanh pasaare
bachche man ke sachche
saari jag ki aankh ke taare
ye vo nanhe phul hai jo
bhagvaan ko lagte pyaare
bachche man ke sachche

insaan jab tak bachcha hai, tab tak samajho sachha hai
jyo jyo uski umar badhe, man par jhuth ka mail chadhe
krodh badhe, nafrat ghere, laalach ki aadat ghere
bachapan in paapo se hatkar apni umar guzaare
bachche man ke sachche
saari jag ki aankh ke taare
ye vo nanhe phul hai jo
bhagvaan ko lagte pyaare
bachche man ke sachche

tan komal man sundar hai
bachche bado se behatar
iname chhut aur chhaat nahi, jhuthi jaat aur paat nahi
bhashhaa ki taqaraar nahi, mazhab ki divaar nahi
inki nazaro me ek hai, mandir masjid gurudvaare
bachche man ke sachche
saari jag ki aankh ke taare
ye vo nanhe phul hai jo
bhagvaan ko lagte pyaare
bachche man ke sachche
saari jag ki aankh ke taare
ye vo nanhe phul hai jo
bhagvaan ko lagte pyaare
bachche man ke sachche

Pure of heart, children are,
Pure of heart.
Stars that shine in all the world's eye,
Tiny blossoms, cherished by God,
Pure of heart.

They weep, they reconcile, then play,
Friends anew.
With whom they quarrel, in that same breath,
They find their words again.
No malice they hold, no stranger to them,
Their innocence, it embraces all,
With open arms.
Pure of heart.
Stars that shine in all the world's eye,
Tiny blossoms, cherished by God,
Pure of heart.

While childhood blooms, then honesty lives,
As years ascend, a falsehood stains the mind,
Anger grows, hatred ensnares,
Greed's hold tightens.
Childhood, it passes, untouched by sin,
Living its days.
Pure of heart.
Stars that shine in all the world's eye,
Tiny blossoms, cherished by God,
Pure of heart.

Bodies tender, minds serene,
Better than the old.
No touch of untouchable, no false caste,
No whispered language of discord,
No walls of faith divide.
In their sight, one, the temple, the mosque, and the gurudwara.
Pure of heart.
Stars that shine in all the world's eye,
Tiny blossoms, cherished by God,
Pure of heart.
Stars that shine in all the world's eye,
Tiny blossoms, cherished by God,
Pure of heart.