Ghar Ghar Ayodhya Me Chaya Anand Re
sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
Ghar Ghar Ayodhya Me Chaya Anand Re
sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
sita hai buri buri dekhe ho suraj jo chanda ki jodi
dono ki jyot kabhi roke na mandare
Chaya Anand Re sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
o sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re

jan dhan bhaag tumhare o mayi
sita ki tumne bhul jo hai payi
sita ko dekhu toh ji mein ye aaye
naino mein le lu or kar lu band re
Chaya Anand Re sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
dekhu bharat satrugan or lakhan re
laye ye laxmi se teeno dulhan re
teeno ka mukhara hai jag mag ragang re
aang aang phula hai jaise shank re
Chaya Anand Re
sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
o sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re

sun mere bhaiya o bol mere bhaiya
tadaka ko marke ahilaya ko taar ke
shiv ka shank tod ke
apni kasam tod ke
sita ko biyah laye humare raghuraiya
o nacho sanam saiya o nacho sanam saiya o nacho sanam saiya
aa zara jor se baje bhi dang reh
Chaya Anand Re sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
Chaya Anand Re sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re
Chaya Anand Re sita ko biyah laye shri ram chandra re

Joy descends on every home in Ayodhya,
As Rama, the glorious, brings Sita home.
Joy descends on every home in Ayodhya,
As Rama, the glorious, brings Sita home.
Sita, a vision, bathed in sun and moon's embrace,
Their radiant light, a flame no darkness can tame.
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home,
Oh, Rama brings Sita home.

Blessed are you, mother, in your destiny,
For the gift of Sita, found by thee.
Gazing on Sita, my heart takes flight,
To hold her in my eyes, and seal them tight.
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home,
Rama brings Sita home.
Behold Bharat, the true guru, and Lakshman,
With them, Lakshmi's three brides, their joy begun.
Their faces gleam, a radiant, shimmering hue,
Each limb ablaze, like the conch's echo true.
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home,
Oh, Rama brings Sita home.

Listen, my brothers, oh, my brothers, listen,
He felled Taraka, and freed Ahalya's prison.
Shattered Shiva's bow,
Breaking all the vows,
Rama, our Raghuvansh, has brought Sita home, my kin!
Oh, dance, beloved, dance! Oh, dance, beloved, dance! Oh, dance, beloved, dance!
Let the drums resound, and the world be stunned,
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home.
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home.
Joy descends, as Rama brings Sita home.