tera mera mandir kya hain, ye bhole insaan
man ki ankh se dekh banware
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan
kan kan me bhagwan
man ki ankh se dekh milega
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan
kan kan me bhagwan

bund bund me lahar lahar me, patte patte me wo samaya
rup rang me jal tarang me, ang ang me usi ki chhaya
yaha waha wo kaha nahi hain, jaha taha wo kaha nahi hain
pahachan sake to pahachan
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan

chaandi ka to chhatr chadhaya, sone ka singhasan hain
resham aur makhmal se uska, khub sajaya ashan hain
laddu aur pakwan khilate, hardam us jagbhrata ko
tumne kya apane jaisa, bhukha samjha us data ko
jo kuber ka bhare khajana
jo kuber ka bahre khajana
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan

ude dhan jab bhare khet me, darshan kare kisaan
ek ek daane me chamke, uski jyoti mahan
ann hain uska isht devata
ann hain uska isht devata, mandir hain khaliyan
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan

use banane chala band kar, mandir me insaan
chhua chhut ka bhut ban gaya, bana nahi bhagwan
ye uncha hain ye nicha hain, ye pandit ki bhasha
hari ko bhaje so hari ka hoi
arj kare rah data, arj kare rah data
arj kare rah data
kan kan me bhagwan, kan kan me bhagwan

Your temple, mine, a question whispered, oh blind man,
See Him with eyes of the heart, I implore.
In every atom, God, in every atom.
In every atom, God.

Look with the soul's eyes, you will find Him,
In every atom, God, in every atom.
In every atom, God.

In every drop, in every wave, in every leaf He resides,
In form and color, in water's dance, in every limb, His shadow hides.
Here, there, where is He not? Everywhere, where is He not?
Recognize Him if you can,
In every atom, God, in every atom.

With silver you crown the idol, a golden throne you raise,
With silk and velvet you adorn Him, lavish your praise.
Laddoos and feasts you offer, to the One who feeds the world,
Do you see Him as hungry, this giver, this lord?
He who fills Kubera's treasury,
What offering can you make?
In every atom, God, in every atom.

When wealth sprouts in the green fields, the farmer beholds Him,
In each grain of life, His great light gleams.
Food is His chosen deity,
The granary, His temple.
In every atom, God, in every atom.

To build Him, you shut yourself away, in a temple of stone,
A ghost of untouchability you've become, God you've not known.
"This is high, this is low," the priest's decree,
He who worships Hari, becomes Hari.
Implore the Lord, oh supplicant,
Implore the Lord.
In every atom, God, in every atom.