puja ke do phul chadhakar kahta hai insan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
o murkh o nadan itna asan
ke kisi ko mil jaye bhagwan
puja ke do phul chadhakar kahta hai insan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan

bhagwan base bhaiya kheto me
bhagwan base bhaiya kheto me
bhagwan base khaliyano me
bhaiya vo majduro me
bhaiya vo to base khadano me
ganga ji me mar ke dubki khata hai insan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
puja ke do phul chadhakar kahta hai insan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan

bhagwan base bhaiya bando me
bhagwan base bhaiya bando me
bhagwan base bhaiya khano me
bhaiya vo to base udhyogo me
bhaiya vo to base karkhano me
mathe chhod a tilak laga kar
kahta hai insan ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
puja ke do phul chadhakar kahta hai insan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan
ke mujhko mil jaye bhagwan

jo tu chahe are bawale mil jaye bhagwan
bawle mil jaye bhagwan
jo tu chahe are bawale mil jaye bhagwan
tu dhar le man me itna dhyan
jaga le man me itna gyan
jaga le man me itna gyan
kya garib kya dhanwan
sabhi hai jag me ek saman
sabhi ka sukh apna dukh jaan
jise kahte hai jag kalyan
jise kahte hai jag kalyan
usi me prabhu ko tu pehchan
usi me rehte hai bhagwan
usi me baste hai bhgwan
yahi hamari tirth mandir yahi hai charo dham
yahi hamare krishan kaniya yahi hamre ram

Two blooms of prayer, offered and cast,
Man cries, "Now God, be mine at last!"
Oh fool, oh lost, so simply sought,
To claim the divine, a wish untaught!
Two blooms of prayer, a humble plea,
"Now God, come near, and answer me!"
"Now God, come near, and answer me!"

God dwells, my brother, in the fields,
God dwells, my brother, harvest yields.
God dwells within the working hand,
My brother, in the barren land.
With Ganga's waters, a plunge he takes,
Man cries, "Now God, my spirit wakes!"
Two blooms of prayer, a whispered claim,
"Now God, come near, ignite my flame!"
"Now God, come near, ignite my flame!"

God dwells, my brother, in the dam,
God dwells, my brother, in the glam
Of mines he finds, and trades he sees,
My brother, in industries.
In factories vast, and work's embrace,
A mark of prayer upon his face,
Man cries, "Now God, I seek your grace!"
Two blooms of prayer, a fragile chase,
"Now God, come near, find your place!"
"Now God, come near, find your place!"

If you desire, oh mad one, to meet God's face,
To meet God's face, and find His grace,
If you desire, oh mad one, to meet God's face,
Then hold within, this sacred space.
Awake the mind, with wisdom's light,
Awake the mind, with purest sight.
What beggar, or what prince holds sway?
All equal in the light of day.
All feel the joy, and share the pain,
What's called, in the world, the Common Gain,
What's called, in the world, the Common Gain,
In that, the Lord, you must attain.
In that, the Lord, you must attain.
In that, the Lord, forever stays,
There lies the temple, in endless ways,
Our Krishna, our Kanhaiya, our Rama's grace.