vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
par dukhe upkaar kare toye
man abhimaan na aane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

shakal lok maa sone vande
nindaa na kare keni re
shakal lok maa sone vande
nindaa na kare keni re
vaach kaachh man nishchal raakhe
dhan dhan janani teni re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

sam drishti ne trishna tyaagi
par stree jene maat re
sam drishti ne trishna tyaagi
par stree jene maat re
jivha thakhi asatya na bole
par dhan nav jhaalee haath re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

moh maaya vyaape nahi jene
dridh vairaagya jena man maan re
moh maaya vyaape nahi jene
dridh vairaagya jena man maan re
ram naam shoon taali laagi
sakal tirath tena tan maan re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

van lobhi ne kapat rahit chhe
kaam krodh nivaarya re
van lobhi ne kapat rahit chhe
kaam krodh nivaarya re
bhane narsaiyo tenun darshan karta
kul ekoter taarya re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

par dukhe upkaar kare toye
man abhimaan na aane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye je
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye
peed paraayi jaane re
vaishnav jan to tene kahiye

The Vaishnava, they are known,
By empathy, a heart that's grown.
They feel the suffering of all,
And kindness answers every call,
Yet pride's cold touch they cast aside,
The Vaishnava, where souls reside.

They greet the world with gentle grace,
And slander finds no dwelling place.
Their words, their deeds, their thoughts are pure,
Blessed is the womb that did ensure
Such purity, a life so bright,
The Vaishnava, bathed in light.

With even gaze, they quell desire,
And see all women as their fire
Of motherly love, a sacred bond.
No lies escape, no falsehoods fond.
They covet not another's store,
The Vaishnava, forevermore.

By Maya's web, they are not bound,
True detachment they have found.
In Ram's sweet name, their spirits soar,
And holy places they explore
Within their hearts, a sacred space,
The Vaishnava, of love and grace.

Free of greed and guile they stand,
Controlling anger's fiery hand.
Narsinh Mehta, in his verse,
Describes these souls, both mild and terse.
Such beings, seen by mortal eyes,
Can lift seventy-one to paradise.
The Vaishnava, they are known,
By empathy, a heart that's grown.

They feel the suffering of all,
And kindness answers every call,
Yet pride's cold touch they cast aside,
The Vaishnava, where souls reside.
They feel the suffering of all,
The Vaishnava, answering the call.