kesariya baalam aavo ni
padharo mhare desh
kesariya baalam aavo ni
padharo mhare desh
padharo mhare desh
ae aavo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalam aavo sa
padharo ha padharo mhare desh

ae padharo mhare desh ji
aavo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalam aavo sa
padharo mhare desh
kesariya baalam aavo sa
padharo mhare desh

durg, jharokhe, jaaliya
rache preet ki raas
kan kan me gunje yaha
jug jug ka itihaas
padharo mhare desh
aavo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalam aavo sa
padharo mhare desh

naari pachrang odhni
mard sajili paag
rachte ghumar ghaghre
jab chhide rangile raag
padharo mhare desh
ae aavo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalam aavo ni
padharo ha padharo mhare desh

swagat me mehman ke
ye dharti kare juhar
aao aangan pahuna
hum kare aaj satkar
padharo mhare desh
ae padharo mhare desh
ae aavo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalam aavo ni
padharo ha padharo mhare desh
kesariya baalam aavo sa
padharo mhare desh

O Saffron Beloved, come,
To my land, appear.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
My dear, be ever near.
Come, to my land,
Ah, come to my land.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
My hand, forever here.

Ah, come to my land,
My heart, forever here.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
Come, to my land, appear.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
To my land, appear.

Forts, windows, lattice walls,
Where love’s dance is spun.
In every grain, it calls,
A history begun.
Come, to my land,
Ah, come to my land.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
Come, to my land, appear.

Women draped in colors bright,
Men with turbans bold,
As the ghagra whirls in light,
Stories to unfold.
Come, to my land,
Ah, come to my land.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
My hand, forever here.

The earth bows low to greet,
The guest with open arms.
Come, to my courtyard, sweet,
Where love forever charms.
Come, to my land,
Ah, come to my land.
Ah, come to my land.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
My hand, forever here.
O Saffron Beloved, come,
Come, to my land, appear.