Naa ye teraa naa ye meraa
Mandir hai bhagavaan kaa
Paanee uskaa bhoomee uskee
Sab kuchh usee mahaan kaa
Ham sab khel khilone uske khel rahaa kartaar re
Uskee jyoti sab me ram ke sab me uskaa pyaar re
Man mandir mė darshan karle un praaṇo ke praaṇ kaa
Teerth jaaye mandir jaaye angin dev manaaye re
Teen roop me raam samaane dekh ke nain phiraaye re
Man kee aȧkhe khul jaaye to kyaa karnaa hame gyaan kaa
Kaun hai oochaa kaun hai neechaa sab hai ek samaan re
Prem kee jyot jalaa hirdaye me sab me prabhu pehchaan re
Saral hirdaye ko sharaṇ me raakhe haree bhole naadaan kaa
No part of the world is yours or mine. The water is His, the earth is His. Everything belongs to the Great One. This entire world is like a Mandir (for His worship).
Everything in this world is like the ‘playthings’ (toys) of the Lord. It is by His light that we live. He is the very source of life. May I have His darshan in my mind.
We go to numerous pilgrimages and Mandirs and we have prayed to the numerous forms of the one God. Yet when He approaches us in the form of a poor man, we turn away. If we do not open our mind’s eyes, then how can we benefit from our prayers and meditation.
We are equal in the presence of God. There is none higher or lower in stature. Only with love can we recognize our God. O Lord, do accept me into your shelter, I am your innocent child.
Hari Om Sharan
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