dusri or bapu ne yudh ka naya yantar diya hai
angrejo ko dharashahi karne ki khatir
satya or ahinsa ka adhbut mantar diya hai
dusmano ke jism par karna nahi hame parhar
achuk nishana sadh karenge sidhe unke dil par war
satyagrah ke age unko natmastak hona hi hoga
chodkar bharat jayenge wo hoge bebas lachar
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye jo peed parai jaan re
dukh duje ka har kar bhi abhiman na man me ane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye jo peed parai jaan re
dukh duje ka har kar bhi abhiman na man me ane re

jan manas ki jo kare badhai na kare kabhi burai re
vachan karm mann pawan jinke dhanay unki mai re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye jo peed parai jaan re
lobh tyag sab ko sam dekhi lobh tyag sab ko sam dekhi
par naari ko maa maa ni re
jeewha kate par jhuth na bole par dhan ko mitti jane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye jo peed parai jaan re
mahamaya se pare rahe jo varagya ho jinke man me re
ram naam ke madd me pagal har tirth basao man me re

lobh se dur ho jinke
lobh se dur ho kapat rahit jinke
kam krodh na vyape deen
kabi narashi darsan abhilashi
jo pal me moksh dilawe re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
jo peed parai jaan re
peed parai jaane re

Across the divide, Bapu forged a new weapon,
To topple the empire of English might.
Truth and non-violence, a mantra unspoken,
Against the flesh, we shall not take the fight.
Instead, an unerring aim, a heart's true strike,
Before Satyagraha, they will surely bend,
Forced to flee India, their fortunes lost to the night.

A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain,
Who eases sorrow, yet pride he does restrain.
A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain,
Who eases sorrow, yet pride he does restrain.

He elevates the masses, never does ill,
Whose word, deed, and thought are pure, blessed his will.
A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain,
He sees all as equal, free from worldly greed,
Regards all women as mothers, a sacred seed.
Whose tongue holds no falsehood, covets no wealth,
A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain.
From illusion's grip, their hearts detached,
Their minds embraced by renunciation's reach,
Lost in the name of Ram, their inner shrine,
A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain.

Far from avarice,
Untainted by deceit,
Unburdened by lust or wrath, day and night.
Yearning for a glimpse of the divine,
Who in a moment, unlocks salvation's light.
A true Vaishnava, one who feels another's pain,
Who feels another's pain.