vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jay peer parayi jaane re
par dukkhe upkar kare toye
par dukkhe upkar kare toye
mann abhiman na aane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

sakal lok ma sahune bande
sakal lok ma sahune bande
ninda na kare keni re
baach kaach mann nischal raakhe
baach kaach mann nischal raakhe
dhan dhan jannni tainee re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye, vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jay peed parayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

samdristhi ne krishna tyagi, samdristhi ne krishna tyagi
par stri jay ne mat re
jeeva thake asatya na bole, jeeva thake asatya na bole
par dhan nav jhal haath re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye, vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jay peed parayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

moh maya vyaape nahi jene
moh maya vyaape nahi jene
gadh vairaag jan manma re
raam naam shoom taali laagi
raam naam shoom taali laagi
sakal teerth te na tan more
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jay peed parayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

van lobhi ne kapat rahit chhe
van lobhi ne kapat rahit chhe
kaam krodh nivara re
bhane nar sainyo tenu darshan karta
bhane narsainyo tenu darshan karta
kul eko tal taarya re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jay peed parayi jaane re
par dukkhe upkar kare toye
par dukkhe upkar kare toye
mann abhiman na aane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

He is a Vaishnava, they say,
Who feels the pain of another's day.
He who helps, though sorrow may reside,
Never lets his heart swell with pride.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.

He bows to all, in every land,
And speaks no ill with word or hand.
With thoughts and deeds, a heart so pure,
Blessed is the mother who bore him, sure.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.

He sees all souls with equal eye,
And lustful thoughts he casts aside.
He speaks no lies, though life may teeter,
And covets not another's treasure, bitter.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.
He feels the pain of another's day.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.

By worldly ties, he is untouched,
His heart with true renunciation clutched.
The name of God, his constant song,
A holy place where he belongs.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.
He feels the pain of another's day.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.

He knows no greed, no deceit's sting,
He conquers wrath, and desire's fling.
Says the poet, to see him is grace,
He saves his line, and finds his place.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.
He feels the pain of another's day.
He who helps, though sorrow may reside,
Never lets his heart swell with pride.
He is a Vaishnava, they say.