ho rama dar lage apni umariya se
o rama dar lage
phunk phunk kar pav dharu mai phir bhi payal baze
o rama phir bhi payal baze arey
phunk phunk kar pav dharu mai phir bhi payal baze
o rama phir bhi payal baze
saiya ji ke ghar ka koi khada more darwaje
chale jawani pichhe pichhe chale jawani arey
chale jawani pichhe pichhe
bachpan aage aage rama dare lage
ho rama dar lage apni umariya se
o rama dar lage arey shyama dar lage

ang ang me chandan mahke
ye kaisi ritu aayi o rama ye kaisi ritu aayi
ang ang me chandan mahke
ye kaisi ritu aayi o rama ye kaisi ritu aayi
chahe jaisi hawa chale par
mohe alge purwai o shyama mohe lage purwai
naina din bhar sapna dekhe
aji naina din bhar sapna dekhe
kazal rat ko dhage rama
ho rama dar lage apni umariya se
o rama dar lage arey shyama dar lage
arey rama dar lage

dar kitne parkar ke hote
hai unko khawabo me dekhiye
laza irsha krodh ye sab
ho rama dar lage apni umariya se
o rama dar lage arey shyama dar lage
arey rama dar lage
ho rama dar lage apni umariya se

My Rama, fear blooms from the garden of my years,
Oh Rama, fear takes root.
I tread with care, each step a cautious prayer,
Yet my anklets chime, a truth that won't be muted.
I tread with care, each step a cautious prayer,
Yet my anklets chime, a truth that won't be muted.
At my beloved's door, a peacock stands in wait,
As youth departs, its steps now far behind,
While childhood lingers, near, holding my fate,
Oh Rama, fear takes root.
Oh Rama, fear blooms from the garden of my years,
Oh Rama, fear, oh Shyama, fear.

In every limb, sandalwood's fragrance streams,
What season is this, oh Rama, what season is this?
In every limb, sandalwood's fragrance streams,
What season is this, oh Rama, what season is this?
No matter the winds that blow and swirl,
A gentle breeze caresses me, oh Shyama, it caresses me.
My eyes, they dream all through the day,
Oh, my eyes they dream all through the day,
Kohl, at night, weaves its threads of fate, oh Rama,
Oh Rama, fear blooms from the garden of my years,
Oh Rama, fear, oh Shyama, fear,
Oh Rama, fear.

How many fears are there, they ask?
I see them dance in dreams, you see,
Shame, envy, anger, all unveiled.
Oh Rama, fear blooms from the garden of my years,
Oh Rama, fear, oh Shyama, fear,
Oh Rama, fear.
Oh Rama, fear blooms from the garden of my years.