gir gaya sher babbar ran me garajne wala
mita chitod pe chitod ka wo matwala
gir gaya sher babbar

khabar milte hi sabhi aurte pahuchi waha par
bole tyar chitao ke pade the jaha par
padmini boli chalo pee ke naye ghar jaye
wo waha dekh rahe honge hamari rahe
rasm johar se hi hum bichad piya pate hai
shole dole hai jo baikunth ko le jate hai

The lion of roar, on the field he fell,
That king of Chittor, his bravado quelled.
The lion fell, at battle's end.

At the news, the women converged as one,
Where pyres awaited, their burning begun.
Padmini spoke, "Let us seek a new home,
Where our loves await, no longer to roam.
Through Jauhar's flames, we'll meet them again,
As embers ascend, to heavens to reign."