mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi
tere pujan ko prasad nahi
main to itna janu jag ke rachaiya
tere hatho me hain ab meri naiya
koi tose pahle nahi tere baad nahi
mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi

karm sindhu din ke bandhu
ho sab ke rakhwale
hum bhi to hain bhagwan tere
mukut ke tute taare
kyu humko tu bhul gaya hain
kyu humse tu ruth gaya hain
main to itna janu jag ke rachaiya
tere hatho me hain ab meri naiya
koi tose pahle nahi tere baad nahi
mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi

hoti hain maa baap se jab koi baat manwani
bhar lata hu dono aankho me badal jitna pani
tu jo chahe to ro sakta hu
tere charno ko dho sakta hu
main to itna janu jag ke rachaiya
tere hatho me hain ab meri naiya
koi tose pahle nahi tere baad nahi
mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi

bhagwan main bhi banke bada dukhiyo ki madad karunga
tu meri maa ka hath bata de
main tujhe chubhan dunga
karde jo tu ek ishara
chutki me bane kaam sara
main to itna janu jag ke rachaiya
bade dukh me fansi hain meri maiya
koi tose pahle nahi tere baad nahi
mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi
tere pujan ko prasad nahi
main to itna janu jag ke rachaiya
tere hatho me hain ab meri naiya
koi tose pahle nahi tere baad nahi
mujhe bhakti bhajan kuch yaad nahi

No hymns I know, nor prayers I keep,
No offerings to lay at your feet.
This much I know, Creator of all,
My vessel rests within your thrall.
None before, nor after Thee,
No hymns I know, they elude me.

Ocean of karma, friend of the meek,
Guardian of all, your solace we seek.
We, too, are yours, O Lord divine,
Broken threads in your crown's design.
Why have you forgotten us now?
Why does your anger furrow your brow?
This much I know, Creator of all,
My vessel rests within your thrall.
None before, nor after Thee,
No hymns I know, they elude me.

When I seek a wish from parents dear,
I fill my eyes with tears, a cloud of fear.
If you desire, I'll weep and wail,
And wash your feet, beyond the veil.
This much I know, Creator of all,
My vessel rests within your thrall.
None before, nor after Thee,
No hymns I know, they elude me.

Lord, when I'm grown, I'll aid the lost,
If you help my mother, whatever the cost.
I'll give you a pinch of my heart,
If you will but play your part.
With a gesture, tasks are done,
My mother's in deep pain, forlorn.
This much I know, Creator of all,
My vessel rests within your thrall.
None before, nor after Thee,
No hymns I know, they elude me.
No offerings to lay at your feet.
This much I know, Creator of all,
My vessel rests within your thrall.
None before, nor after Thee,
No hymns I know, they elude me.