kesariya balama maro padharo mora desh re
padharo mora desh kesariya balama maro
padharo maro desh padharo maro desh

man dil dimag so dar gayi kayi sukha hai ke kash
jinke aangan kewda ha inke aangan kewda
wo kyu maila howe desh re
padharo maro desh padharo maro desh

Golden Beloved, come, oh come to my land,
Come to my land, oh, my golden beloved,
Come to my land, come to my land.

My heart, my mind, my spirit, all fear a drought,
A barrenness, a yearning, a silent wish.
Those whose courtyards hold the fragrant screw-pine,
How can their land be tainted, be soiled?
Come to my land, come to my land.