prem nagar se aaya prem nagar se aaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya prem nagar se aaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya
ghar ghar alakh jagaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya
prem ki dhun me akhand ramaayi
indhan aap jalaya
prem ki dhun me akhand ramaayi
indhan aap jalaya
swami narayan o swami narayan
alakh niranjan gaaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya jogi prem nagar se aaya

sukhi lakdi jaisi kaya sukhi lakdi jaisi kaya
tap ki aag tapaya jal hal jyot urmahi
shiv agyanan saya chiram siran vastar kantha
raag rang rahaaya baharama agan se jagat jalaya
bhagwa rang dharaya jogi prem nagar se aaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya tulsi kanthi kumkum tika
tulsi kanthi kumkum tika kesar tilak sajaaya
swaaso saas phire kar mala jaap ajaap japaaya
hey rakhuvtar dukh dard har rksha kavaj kahwaya
laputi teri jadugarni maaya maar bhagaaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya jogi prem nagar se aaya

rayt aur gobar lipi dharnni rayt aur gobar lipi dharnni
shann ki bori bichaya aasan tera achal parmana
bahram nisth kahlaya kuti tum bhi kath ka patr
nahi swand ki chaaya rukha sukha bhojan jogi
hari ras misrit paaya jogi prem nagar se aaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya sat sat man sat kar parsadi
sat sat man sat kar parsadi ye amrit barsaya
sattar jogi mukh nhi meli ek hari ras bhaya
ghare apni padmaasan pe sahaj samadh lagaya
bhavsagar taarne ki jogi jagti aah jataya re jogi
prem nagar se aaya jogi prem nagar se aaya
prem nagar se aaya jogi prem nagar se aaya
tyagi tu bairagi jogi tyagi tu bairagi jogi
na tan dhan ki maaya gupt khazana hari bhajan ka
na fuute kharchaya niskani nirmani ankintan
nahi moh madhu maya panch vart me pura jogi
jag tera jaskaya jogi prem nagar se aaya jogi
prem nagar se aaya

From Love's City, the yogi came,
From Love's City, the yogi came,
He came from Love's City.
Door to door, he awakened the call,
He came from Love's City.
In love's melody, he immersed, unbroken,
Burning the fuel within himself.
In love's melody, he immersed, unbroken,
Burning the fuel within himself.
Swami Narayan, Oh Swami Narayan,
He sang of the formless, the unseen,
The yogi came from Love's City,
From Love's City, he came.

His body, like dry wood,
Tempered by the fire of austerity,
Water, earth, and light within him.
Lord Shiva, he cast off ignorance,
With worn garments, a thread around his neck,
Love's touch remained.
From the fire of illusion, the world he burned,
He wore the saffron hue, the yogi came,
From Love's City, the yogi came.
Tulsi beads, kumkum mark,
A saffron tilak adorned him,
Each breath turning the rosary,
Chanting the unchanted.
Protecting all from sorrow and pain,
His charm chased away illusion, the yogi came,
From Love's City, the yogi came.

On sand and dung he wrote the scriptures,
A jute sack his seat, unmoving his truth,
He was called a Brahma-knower.
His hut, a wooden vessel,
No shadow of conversation.
Dry food, the yogi's fare,
He found the nectar of divine grace,
The yogi came from Love's City,
From Love's City, he came.
With true mind, with truth,
He offered this ambrosia,
Seventy yogis, their faces unbowed,
One found the divine nectar.
In deep lotus posture, he found ease,
To cross the ocean of existence,
The yogi lamented for the world,
The yogi came from Love's City,
From Love's City, he came.
The yogi came from Love's City,
From Love's City, he came.
You are a renunciate, a hermit,
No attachment to body or wealth,
The hidden treasure of devotion,
Never spent or squandered.
Without ego, without attachment, without desire,
Perfect in the five vows, the yogi.
The world sings your praise, the yogi,
From Love's City, he came.