shansaho ke shaho ke shah ki karte hum aagvadi hai
ye sahi darbar bada hai jhuka yaha tamam sare
raje or maharaje jhuk jhuk aa kar yaha salam kare
mahabali ki raj niti ke aage dunia jhum rahi
badi badi hastiya aaj sahi kadamo ko chum rahi

lekin insano me hai chanda jiski jyoat nirali hai
is darbar me ho nahi hazir to darbar ye khali hai
tufan ke aage bhi rana ki aandhi jhuki nahi
ye ek anokhi pagadi hai jo in kadamo par jhuki nahi
mevan pati ke sir pe ye kirano ki jyoti tani rahi

kesariya pagadi bani rahe
kesariya pagadi bani rahe
kesariya pagadi bani rahe

We sing the praise of the King of Kings,
In this true court, all bow their heads.
Kings and emperors, they come and greet,
Before the mighty King's decree, the world does sway.
Great souls, they kiss the sacred feet.

Yet, amongst all, the moon, a human light, shines,
Without its presence, this court is bare.
The Rana's storm, no tempest could subdue,
A unique turban, defiant still, it would not bend.
Upon the Mewar Lord, the sun's glory did gleam.

May the saffron turban endure,
May the saffron turban endure,
May the saffron turban endure.