atri muni ne prabhu swagat me
atri muni ne prabhu swagat me
apna hath badhaya tha
ansuya ne janak lali ka
saras singaar sajaya tha
saras singaar sajaya tha
dandak van me rishi muniyo se
prabhu ne mangal paya tha
panchvati ki or chale
muniyo ne panth dikhaya tha

mila jatayu ramchandr ne
sari katha sunayi
ha mila jatayu ramchandr ne
sari katha sunayi
sun dasrath ka ant jatayu ki aankhe bhar aayi
kaha ram ne jatayu deva man aansu chhalkao
tum ho pita saman humare
shiksha dekar samjhao
kaha jatayu ne ab jakar
panchvati me sukh paao

panchvati me siya lakhan ke sang aaye the raghunandan
pedo ki shital chhaya me
kuti banayi man bhavan

Atri's hand, a welcoming shore,
Reached for the Lord, forevermore.
Anasuya, with grace untold,
Adorned Sita, brave and bold.

In Dandaka's ancient, hallowed wood,
The sages blessed, as goodness stood.
Towards Panchavati, they did tread,
The path of wisdom, gently led.

Then Jatayu, his tale unfurled,
To Ram, a story of the world.
Of Dasharatha's final plight,
Jatayu wept in fading light.

"Do not weep, dear Jatayu," Ram declared,
"You are a father, deeply cared.
A lesson learned, a heart so true,
In Panchavati, peace for you."

In Panchavati, with Sita and Lakshman near,
Raghunandan arrived, dispelling fear.
Beneath the trees, a cooling grace,
A hut of love, in that sacred space.