Tere poojan ko bhagavaan
banaa man mandir aaleeshaan
Kisne dekhee teree soorat
kaun banaaye teree moorat
Too hai niraakaar bhagavaan
Yah sansaar hai teraa mandir
too ramaa hai iske andar
Karte rishi muni sab dhyaan
Too har gul me too bulbul me
Too har shaakh me too har paath me
To har dil me prabhu ko maan
Saagar teree shaan baṛhaae
Parvat teree shobhaa gaave
Tere roop anoop mahaan
Tune raajaa rank banaaye
Too ne bhikshuk raaj biṭhaaye
Teree leelaa eesh mahaan
Jhooṭhe jag kee jhooṭhee maayaa
Moorakh isme kyȯ bharmaayaa
Kar kuchh jeevan kaa kalyaaṇ
O Lord, worshipping you and adoring you has made my mind into a majestic and luxurious temple. I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
Lord, who has ever seen your face to create an image of you? You are our formless God and I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
You are all-pervading, and so the entire world is a temple and you are the God inside of it. The rishis and the munis all worship you in it.
You are in every flower, in every flower bud itself. You are in every tree, branch, and leaf and I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
The majestic oceans and mountains all glorify your greatness. Your presence in everything is unique and great and I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
You can make a king into a pauper and can make a beggar into a king. Your illusion is great and I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
The illusion of this world is false, just an illusion. O illusive world why did you fool me? Let me do something good with my life by devoting myself to the reality of you, O Lord as I worship you in that special temple that is my mind.
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