shama parwane ke jalne pe hasa karti hai
aap parwana bane shama ye wo dharti hai
jis mitti me khel rahe hai bache rajashthani
us mitti ki tumhe sunata hu mai amar kahani
tute fute mandir hai ye unki yadgaro ke
dur dur bajte the danke jinki talwaro ke

bapa rawal rana sanda parithvi raj chauhan
jaan pe khel gaye sab saha na bhumi ka apman
jai bolo is bhumi ki jis jayi panna bai
apna beta de kar jisne umar ki ajan bachai
ke ek sunaye ya so so kahani
shama bankar kaise jal jal jate the parwane

yahi hui hai barso pahle ek padmini rani
poonam ka chanda bharta tha jiske samne pani
poonam ka chanda bharta tha jiske samne pani
holi ke din holi kheli rahi thi wo uske man ki
nach rahi thi banke radhika bich me ek mastani

The candle laughs as the moth takes flame,
Become the moth, for this is the land's claim.
In this earth where Rajasthani children play,
I sing to you a tale that will not decay.
Of broken temples, remnants of their grace,
Whose swords once echoed, leaving their trace.

Bapa Rawal, Rana Sanga, Prithviraj Chauhan,
They risked their lives, never bearing the land's dishonor down.
Hail this land, where Panna Bai did reside,
Giving her son's life, his life to preside.
Should I tell one, or a hundredfold plea?
How moths once burned, consumed by the candle's decree.

Here, long ago, lived Padmavati, a queen,
The full moon itself bowed to her serene.
The full moon itself bowed to her serene,
She played Holi on the day of Holi, it would seem,
Dancing as Radhika, a maverick, between.