bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bachche to allah ki surat hote hai
ho bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bachche to allah ki surat hote hai
sikh isaai hindu muslim inke liye ek jaise
uttar dekhin purab pashchim inke liye ek
pyar hi inka majhab pyar hi inki puja
ye to sachchai ki surat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bachche to allah ki surat hote hai

apna rup dikhane ko ishwar ke man me aaya
tab usne fulo jaise sundar bachcho ko banaya
apna rup dikhane ko ishwar ke man me aaya
tab usne fulo jaise sundar bachcho ko banaya
khubsurat kudrat ki ye nemat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bachche to allah ki surat hote hai

nirdhan aur dhanwan na dekhe unch nich na mane
jaat paat puche na kisi se bhed bhav na jane
nirdhan aur dhanwan na dekhe unch nich na mane
jat pat puche na kisi se bhed bhav na jane
insaniyat ki ye amanat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai
bachche to allah ki surat hote hai
sikh isaai hindu muslim inke liye ek jaise
uttar dekhin purab pashchim inke liye ek
pyar hi inka majhab pyar hi inki puja
ye to sachchai ki surat hai
bchche to bhagwan ki murat hote hai

Children, mirrors of the Divine,
Faces of Allah, their spirits shine.
For them, all paths converge as one,
Sikh, Christian, Hindu, Muslim, their race is done.
North, South, East, West, a single sphere,
Love their creed, love their prayer, drawing ever near.
Truth itself, their very form,
Children, weathering every storm.
Mirrors of the Divine, they reside,
Faces of Allah, where souls confide.

To reveal His own radiant face,
God conceived them with gentle grace.
He painted them with petals so fair,
Children, a wonder beyond compare.
A gift of nature, exquisitely wrought,
Mirrors of the Divine, dearly bought.
Faces of Allah, in their innocence bright,
Children, embracing the pure sunlight.

They see no wealth, no poverty's plight,
No high or low, in their innocent sight.
No caste, no creed, no walls to ascend,
No prejudice there, till the very end.
Guardians of humanity, their sacred trust,
Mirrors of the Divine, from dust to dust.
Faces of Allah, in a world anew,
Children, forever pure and true.
Sikh, Christian, Hindu, Muslim, all one in their view,
North, South, East, West, a tapestry true.
Love their creed, their worship, their constant need,
Truth embodied, a beautiful creed.
Mirrors of the Divine, their spirits soar,
Children, forevermore.