kalikal karal maharagar
hari paar lagawan hare hai
jin ka na aur aadhar na koi
unke vitthal rakhwale hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
unhe mara moh na pahchane
unhe mara moh na pahchane
ho unhe mara moh na pahchane
wo sabko vytha katha jane
wo sabko vytha katha jane
sab jag ke palan hare hai
sab jag ke palan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai

sukh shanti hari ke charn yugal
sukh shanti hari ke charn yugal
karuna ke sarovar nain kamal karuna ke
karuna ke sarovar nain kamal
murlidhar ghiridhar dhare hai
murlidhar ghiridhar dhare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
jo vitthal naam adhar pe dhare
jo vitthal naam adhar pe dhare
hai uske aage pichche hare
hai uske aage pichche hare
liladhar karshan muraru hai
liladhar karshan muraru hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai

jab jisne aanchal failaya
jab jisne aanchal failaya
paayi pitambar ki chhaya
paayi pitambar ki chhaya
bhakto ke wahi sahare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
parbhu ki pad raj mein raha chandan
parbhu ki pad raj mein raha chandan
bhaju naam sada karu charn vandan
bhaju naam sada bhaju naam sada
bhaju naam sada bhaju naam sada
bhaju naam sada bhaju naam sada
bhaju naam sada karu charn vandan
pitu maat sakha wo hamare hai
pitu maat sakha wo hamare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai
hari paar lagawan hare hai

The dark age, a churning sea, vast and deep,
He alone, the boatman, the secrets to keep.
He who has no anchor, no worldly hold,
Vitthala, the guardian, a story untold.
He ferries across, ever present and near,
He ferries across, casting away fear.
He ferries across, whispers in the soul,
He ferries across, making spirits whole.
He ferries across, a guiding light's gleam,
He ferries across, fulfilling the dream.
He ferries across, a sacred design,
He ferries across, eternally thine.

They, by illusion, are blinded and lost,
By illusion, the ultimate cost.
He knows every sorrow, each tear, every plea,
The sustainer of all, for eternity.
He ferries across, with love's gentle art.

In Hari's twin feet, peace and solace reside,
A lotus of mercy, where tears gently glide.
The flute player, the lifter of mountains so high,
He ferries across, beneath an endless sky.
Who whispers Vitthala's name on their tongue,
Finds Hari preceding, where praises are sung.
The playful one, Krishna, the flute's sweet call,
The playful one, watching over us all.
He ferries across, protecting our way.

When someone extends, their hands open wide,
Finds shelter beneath, where the Pitambar reside.
The devotees' solace, their unwavering stay,
He ferries across, come what may.
In the dust of His feet, like sandalwood sweet,
I chant His name always, my love I greet.
I chant His name always, with reverence true,
I chant His name always, my devotion renew.
I chant His name always, a constant refrain,
I chant His name always, easing the pain.
I chant His name always, my love's pure art,
I chant His name always, bowing my heart.
Our father, our mother, our truest of friends,
He ferries across, until life transcends.
He ferries across, eternally near.