ho pyar hai mandir, pyar hai masjid
pyar hai tirth dham
pyar ke is mandir me gunje har pal tera nam
data tere kai nam data, data tera kayi nam
o data, data tere kayi nam
o data, data data tere kayi nam
koi pukare kisi nam se, koi pukare kisi nam se
aaye tu sabke kam, o data, data tera kayi nam
o data, data tere kayi nam

tuhi hai bansi ke suro me, tuhi hai azano me
tuhi hai azano me
tuhi pujari ki pooja me, tu bhajno me tarano me
tu bhajno me tarano me
kai rup se
kai rup se tujhe pukare jag ye subah sham
o data, data tere kayi nam
o data, data data tere kayi nam

din dharam ke ved khuda ke hum sab ek saman bane
hum sab ek saman bane
hum bando ko gyan de aisa, hum sache insan bane
hum sache insan bane
sachai ki, sachai ki rah na chode
kuch bhi ho anzam data
o data, data tere kayi nam
o data, data data tere kayi nam
koi pukare kisi nam se, koi pukare kisi nam se
o data, data tere kayi nam
o data, data data tere kayi nam

ho rehaman dhaga prem ka mat todo sakata
tute to phir to na jude, jude gath pad jaye

Love, a temple, love, a mosque profound,
Love, a pilgrimage, holy ground.
Within love's temple, your name's echo rings,
Each moment, your praise the spirit sings.
O Giver, your names, a myriad bright,
O Giver, your names, a radiant light.
Some call you by this, some by that,
You answer all, where they are at.
O Giver, your names, a myriad bright,
O Giver, your names, a radiant light.

In flute's soft whisper, in call to prayer's art,
In temple's prayer, and the singing heart,
In hymns and in songs, your presence we find,
In countless forms, your spirit entwined.
The world, in the dawn, and the evening's hush,
Calls to you, O Giver, with a hopeful rush.
O Giver, your names, a myriad bright,
O Giver, your names, a radiant light.

Let all faiths, their scriptures, set aside,
As brothers and sisters, side by side.
Grant us wisdom, that we might grow true,
Become real humans, in all that we do.
The path of truth, let us never forsake,
No matter the end, for goodness' sake.
O Giver, your names, a myriad bright,
O Giver, your names, a radiant light.
Some call you by this, some by that,
You answer all, where they are at.
O Giver, your names, a myriad bright,
O Giver, your names, a radiant light.

Love's silken thread, do not rend it apart,
For once it is broken, it tears at the heart.
If broken, it mends, but knots it will weave.