umad ghumed dekho ghaagre ka gher dekho
mathe pe ghor sawa sher ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka
kisi ka na dar na kisi ki hai fikar
rakhte chale kher ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka
umad ghumed dekho ghaagre ka gher dekho
mathe pe ghor sawa sher ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka

rasgulle kalkate wale hame na lage nike
bundi ke bhi laddu bambai ke ji nikle nalki ghee ke
panjabi lassi ke rza hamne dekhe feke
kabul ke gulab jaipur ki jalebi
hame halwa pasand hai ajmer ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka
umad ghumed dekho ghaagre ka gher dekho
mathe pe ghor sawa sher ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka

khaye pan banaras ke ji hot huye na lal ji
madrasi sabun se dekho kaale hoge gaal ji
tel lagaya dilli ka to ud gaye sare baal ji
marwad ke aage dekho sab hoge than than gopal ji
jodhpur ki mehndi jaipur ki mithi
hame chumma pasand hai jaslmer ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka
umad ghumed dekho ghaagre ka gher dekho
mathe pe ghor sawa sher ka
aji hai maredi wala aji bikaner ka

Behold the billowing swirl, the skirt's grand dance,
A lion's weight upon the brow's expanse.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand,
Fearless they tread, with blessings in their hand.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand,
Behold the billowing swirl, the skirt's grand dance,
A lion's weight upon the brow's expanse.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand.

The sweets of Calcutta, a shallow delight,
Mumbai's laddoos, a counterfeit light.
Punjabi lassi, a fading design,
The storm may rage, but the flavors decline.
Kabul's roses, Jaipur's sweet swirl,
But Ajmer's halwa, our souls unfurl.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand,
Behold the billowing swirl, the skirt's grand dance,
A lion's weight upon the brow's expanse.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand.

Banaras paan, though lips may not gleam,
Madras soap turns cheeks to a shadowed dream.
Delhi's oil, where hair takes flight, it seems,
Before Marwar's might, all lose their sheen.
Jodhpur's henna, Jaipur's honeyed grace,
But Jaisalmer's kiss, our souls embrace.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand,
Behold the billowing swirl, the skirt's grand dance,
A lion's weight upon the brow's expanse.
From Maredi's heart, from Bikaner's sand.