sansar banane wale
o sansar banane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
sansar banane wale
sansar banane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
sansar banane wale

dhan walo ke unche mahal ya
mandir wali shan ho
mandir wali shan ho
ho mandir wali shan ho
mandir wali shan
nirdhan ka dil chota sa mandir
nirdhan ka dil chota sa mandir
aan baso bhagwan
o laj bachane wale o laj bachane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
o laj bachane wale o laj bachane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
sansar banane wale

teri leela sabse nyari
teri leela sabse nyari
kabhi samajh na aayi
rai ko parvat kar dale
rai ko parvat kar dale
parvat ko kar rai
parvat ko kar rai
girte ko uthane wale
girte ko uthane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
girte ko uthane wale
girte ko uthane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
sansar banane wale

maje kare bhagwan humare
bhakt ki kismat khoti ho
bhakt ki kismat khoti ho
bhakt ki kismat khoti ho
bhakt ki kismat khoti
tum to khao prabhu dudh malai
tum to khao prabhu dudh o
prabhu dudh o prabhu dudh
malai hume na milti roti
makhan ko churane wale
makhan ko churane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
makhan ko churane wale
makhan ko churane wale
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
garibo ko bhi yad rakhna
sansar banane wale

O Weaver of Worlds,
O Weaver of Worlds,
Remember the poor, too,
O Weaver of Worlds.
Remember the poor, too,
O Weaver of Worlds.

The wealthy in their high towers,
Or temples of such splendor,
Of such splendor,
Temples of such splendor,
The poor man's heart, a small temple,
Come, dwell there, God.
O Savior of honor, O Savior of honor,
Remember the poor, too.
Remember the poor, too.
O Savior of honor, O Savior of honor,
Remember the poor, too,
O Weaver of Worlds.

Your play, the strangest of all,
Never understood,
A mustard seed to a mountain,
A mountain to dust.
Uplifter of the fallen,
Remember the poor, too.
Uplifter of the fallen,
Remember the poor, too,
O Weaver of Worlds.

Our God enjoys all the pleasures,
While the devotee's fate is bitter,
You feast, Lord, on milk and cream,
Lord, on milk, O Lord, on milk,
While we are denied even bread,
Stealer of butter,
Remember the poor, too.
Stealer of butter,
Remember the poor, too,
O Weaver of Worlds.