In temple, church, and mosque,
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I gad searched for Thee in vain.
Like a child in the wildest forest,
I have cried and cried alone,
'Where art Thou gone, my God,
The echo answered, "gone'.
When holy friendship shakes the hand,
He stands between them too;
He pours the nectar in mother's kiss
And the babies' sweet 'mama'.
Thou wert my God with prophets old;
All creed do come from Thee;
The Vedas, Bible and Koran bold
Sing Thee in harmony.