bharat ke ek sanari ki ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai mithla ki rajdulari ki
ham khata sunate hai ham khata sunate hai
bharat ek sanari ki ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai

shivdanush raam ne todda shivdanush raam ne todda
mila chand-chakor ka joda mila chand-chakor ka joda
janakpuri se todda nata avadpuri se joda
janakpuri se todda nata avadpuri se joda
komal thi vo kali sukho me pali
vano me chali bahut dukh payi
sun kar uski vyatha nain bhar aate hai
ham katha sunate hai bharat ek sanari ki
ham katha sunate hai ham katha sunate hai

ravan ke chal kari siya ko hari
viddi kya kari sokh man payi
sita-sita kare birah me jare
vano me fire nikal raghurai nikal raghurai

We sing the tale, a woman of Bharat's grace,
We sing the tale of Mithila's cherished face.
We sing the tale, we sing the tale,
Of a woman of Bharat, whose spirit won’t fail.
We sing the tale.

Shiva's bow, Ram did break, it's true,
Moon and Chakora, their joining anew.
From Janak's realm, the ties were cut,
With Ayodhya's, a new life to strut.
Tender was she, in comforts bred,
Through forests wandered, sorrow she led.
Hearing her woes, eyes overflow,
We sing the tale of Bharat's glow,
We sing the tale, we sing the tale.

Ravana, with guile, seized Sita's hand,
What cruel fate did destiny command?
"Sita, Sita," in anguish he cried,
Through forests wandering, distraught inside.