bhul hui kya mujhse bhagwan
kya hai dosh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me
aisa lekh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me
aisa lekh hamara

shiv ka dhnush tod jab dala
tab dali maine varmala
wo kuch pal itne man bhaye
kumkum lal gulal udaye
man se man mil ek hue the
un charno me apna tan man vara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara
bhul hui kya mujhse bhagwan kya hai dosh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

raj tilak ka shub din aaya sawrag utar dharti par aaya
jagmag deepak mal sazai ghar ghar baz uthi shanai

par bhi ye sukh dekh na paya buje dip aur gir aaya andhiyara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara
bhul hui kya mujhse bhagwan kya hai dosh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

pakar aaghya ram pita ki van ko chale nahi chinta ki
raghukul rit sada chali aaye paran jaye par vachan na jahi
van vanvasi chale tino van chhod ayodhya ghar se kiya kinara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

bharat charan chhu nir bahaye nil kamal jal me murjhaye
charan pag ka shish chadaye khud sewak ban raz chalaye
panchvati me lene humko chhod aa gaye raz pat ghar sara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

ghat pat par hum jo jate kand mol ka samay bitate
panchvati ke us aangan me sau sau baras bitate van me
par na vidata ko ye bhaya de na saka ye bhi sath hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

sone ka marg kisne dekha kyu langhi devar ki rekha
apno se hum dur hue hai milne se majbur hue hai
tadap tadap kar rah jayenge
kaun yaha de dukh me sath hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara
bhul hui kya mujhse bhagwan kya hai dosh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara
likha vidata kin ghadiyo me aisa lekh hamara

What transgression, O Lord, did I commit?
What flaw resides within my soul?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

When Shiva's bow was shattered, then
I garlanded the one I chose,
Moments of bliss, again, again,
Vermilion bloomed, a crimson rose.
Hearts entwined, as one we grew,
My body, spirit, to their feet I'd pour,
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?
What transgression, O Lord, did I commit?
What flaw resides within my soul?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

The auspicious day of the crown's descent,
Heaven graced the earth below,
Gleaming lamps and garlands, heaven-sent,
Shehnai's melody did flow.
Yet, even this joy could not prevail,
The lamps were quenched, and darkness held its shore,
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?
What transgression, O Lord, did I commit?
What flaw resides within my soul?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

By my father's command, I went to the wood,
No worry did I claim,
The Raghukul's way, a truth understood,
Life may fade, but honor's flame.
The three went forth, away from home,
Ayodhya's walls, they did ignore,
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

Bharat touched my feet, and tears did stream,
Blue lotus wilted in the flow,
His head bowed low, a loyal dream,
As servant king, he'd rise and grow.
From Panchvati, to leave, must flee,
Forsaking all, this life's vast shore,
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

On riverbanks, where we would roam,
Roots and fruits, our sustenance,
In Panchvati's peaceful home,
A hundred years, a sweet expanse.
Yet, this was not the fate decreed,
This solace too, was not to be, no more,
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?

Who saw the golden pathway's gleam?
Why did I cross that fateful line?
From loved ones, now a distant dream,
Forced to part, my heart did pine.
I'll languish, yearning, in this plight,
Who here, will share my sorrow's core?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?
What transgression, O Lord, did I commit?
What flaw resides within my soul?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?
In what shadowed hour, by fate's harsh writ,
Was my story's bitter verse made whole?