mahakavi shri vedvyas ki aarti sabhi utarat hai
jinki lekhani se nikla
ye mahakavya mahabharat hai

bahut din bite purani baat hai
aaj tak jo vishav mein vikhyath hai
hastinapur naam ki thi ek yahan nagri badi
heere pano motiyo ki aab se jabmag jadi
jiske upar chandr vanshi rajao ka raaj tha
jiske raja pandu par, sari praja ko naaz tha
is katha mein zor hai, aandhiyo ka shor hai
bheem arjun ka parakram, draupadi ki hai vyatha
jisne di bharat ko geeta, wo mahabharat katha
ye mahabharat ki katha
ye mahabharat ki katha

pandu se pandav huye, dhritrashtra se kavrav huye
ek zami ke kalank, duje jagat ke gaurav huye
dusht duryodhan, adharm ki raah par chalne laga
nij chachere bhaiyo se, vyarth hi jalne laga
kintu pandu sut yudhisthir, dharam ke avtaar the
bhai se bhai na jhagde, unke shudh vichar the
krishna ka updesh hai, maanta sab desh hai
bheem arjun ka parakram, draupadi ki hai vyatha
jisne di bharat ko geeta, wo mahabharat katha
ye mahabharat ki katha
ye mahabharat ki katha

ae rakhi bandhwane wale
kahan chhupe ho krishan murar
panch pandavo ki panchali
bhari sabha mein kare pukar

dharmraj bane juvari, jhuti zid par ad gaye
pandavo ki akal par bhi, haye patthar pad gaye
kauravo ki nagntha par, paap ye chadne laga
mahabharat mein pralay ka, beej ye padne laga
dusht dushasan adharmi, vastra keche ja raha hai
thak gaye ye hath par, saadi ka ant na aa raha
purush wo hatho mein jinke, dharam ki talvaar ho
inke hatho mein hai saadi, veerta dhikar ho
laaj nari ki na jaye, jo jagat ki maat hai
iski izzat abaru, pyare prabhu ke hath hai
shashtra sab yodha liye, chup hai sar nicha kiye
chakrdhari ne mitayi, draupadi ki ye vyatha
jisne di bharat ko geeta, wo mahabharat katha
ye mahabharat ki katha
ye mahabharat ki katha

sukh jaata hai, dukh aata, dukh jaata hai, sukh aaata
kintu pandavon ke jeevan ka, dukh hi dukh se naata
likha bhagya ka, kabhi na tal tha, honahaar hoti hai
dekh pandavon ko banavasi, dharati bhi roti hai
dharam raj kehelane wale, chhod ke ghar sansaar chale
sang draupadi ban ban bhatake, raj paat sab haar chale
arjun ka ghandeev aaj nahin, is vipada kaa bhar hare
gadha bheem ki mahabali ke, kandhon par araam kare
ab na mile, aakash hi chat hai, dharti inka bichona hai
raj vanshiyon ko ab tho, ban ke kanton par sona hai
bhari baiti door anokhe, beej naye boti hai
dekh pandavon ko banvasi, dharati bhi roti hai

jungle mein mangal chaaya hai, bhulgaye voh pichle pal
panchali ke liye bheem, nikale hein laane, swarankamal
saamne yeh kaun jiska, rang bhi ranga ang hai
vridh hai vanar magar, kya josh hai kya umang hai
puch inki shakti shaali, raah mein bajarang hai
jai pawan putr mahaan, jai jai banture balwaan
jai hey raam priya hanumaan

chakrvuh ka chakr ghira hai, kavrav dal ki chaal hai
aaj kaal ki chaati par, abhimanyu jaisa bal hai
saamne is vuh mein, pehele jaidrath aagaye
veer abhimanyu ke haathon, yeh bhi muki khagaye
pehele socha maar daalun, kya yahi satkarma hai
phir kaha na maarana, murchit ko ghor adharam hai
chal-kapat ki yeh ladaayi, dekh kar hoti vyatha
saat yodhavon se ladate, ek balak ki katha
yeh mahabharat ki katha, yeh mahabharat ki katha

saamne dekha khade yeh karan sar uncha liye
ban abhimanyu ka chuta, dhanush ke tukde kiye
hila dushasan ka aasan, voh bhi bhaga kampa ke
kaun aage aayega, jwalamukhi is aag ke
ab lo dekho, bhanjon ke, pyaare mama aagaye
aaj yeh pase na palte, ulte jhasan kha gaye
idhar dekho dhanur dhari, shalya saj-dhaj kar khada
yeh bhi toota istarah, jun daal se pata jhada
jwal bhadaki aaj duryodhan ki bhi na khair hai
aaj vish uglega yeh, sadiyon purana bair hai

sab ne socha, istarah, balak yeh baaz na aayega
kutniti se ise, maro, tabhi mar jaayega
ik taraf saathon maharathi, ek taraf balak akela
phir bhi jab tak pran tan mein, kshatriyon ka khel khela
vah vah pyare bhatije, tujh se ujwal vansh hai
aa gale mille ghadi bhar, tu humara ansh hai
is tarah ik chaal kapati, chhali duryodhan chala
gale milne ke bahane, nij bhatije ko chhala
pit par abhimanyu ke, ik baan dhoke ka chala

They sing of Vyasa, master of verse,
Whose pen birthed this saga, universe-immersed.

Long shadows of time, a legend's hold,
A world knows the tale, forever told.
Hastinapur, city of grace and light,
A jewel of grandeur, a breathtaking sight.
Ruled by the moon-born, a royal decree,
Pandu's reign, a people's glee.
A storm of emotion, a clash of wills,
Bheem and Arjun's courage, Draupadi's ills.
From India, a song, the Gita's art,
The Mahabharata, a beating heart.
The Mahabharata's song, the Mahabharata's heart.

From Pandu, the Pandavas rose,
From Dhritarashtra, the Kauravas, their woes.
One stained the earth, the other, glory's crown,
Duryodhana, evil, his dark renown.
He burned with envy, his heart's cruel fire,
Against his cousins, fueled by dark desire.
Yudhishthira, of Pandu's line, a guiding star,
Their pure hearts, no brother's scar.
Krishna's wisdom, a nation's embrace,
Bheem and Arjun's courage, Draupadi's disgrace.
From India, a song, the Gita's art,
The Mahabharata, a beating heart.
The Mahabharata's song, the Mahabharata's heart.

Oh, keeper of the vow, where do you hide?
Krishna, Murari, where do you abide?
Panchali cries out, her voice so clear,
In the hall of shame, her plea to hear.

Yudhisthira, the gambler, on pride did lean,
Darkness clouded their minds, a painful scene.
The Kauravas' nakedness, a wicked deed,
The seed of destruction, a terrible creed.
Duhsasana, the wicked, her sari he drew,
His hands grew weary, the cloth anew.
Men of valor, with swords in their hold,
Yet they stood silent, a story untold.
Her honor at stake, the mother of all,
Her dignity guarded, by the Lord's call.
Warriors stood still, their heads bowed low,
The discus-wielder, Draupadi's sorrow to bestow.
From India, a song, the Gita's art,
The Mahabharata, a beating heart.
The Mahabharata's song, the Mahabharata's heart.

Joy fades away, sorrow takes hold,
The Pandavas' lives, a story of old.
Fate's decree, impossible to change,
Watching them wander, the earth re-arrange.
Yudhisthira, the king, leaves his throne behind,
With Draupadi, a wandering find.
They lost their kingdom, their riches all gone,
Their hardship was long and on.
Arjun's bow is silent, no power to wield,
Bheem's mace now rests, on his shoulder sealed.
No roof above, the earth their bed,
Royalty now wandering, thorns instead.
Times pass, new seeds, the future shows,
Watching them wander, the earth overflows.

Joy in the forest, forgotten past,
Bheem seeks the lotus, his love to last.
A figure appears, with a radiant hue,
An old monkey, with a youthful view.
His tail, a weapon, a path that clears,
Hail, Hanuman, banishing fears!
Hail to the wind's son, strong and bold!
Jai Hanuman, a story told.

The Chakravyuha's maze, the Kauravas' ploy,
Abhimanyu's courage, the strength to employ.
Jayadratha first, he blocks the way,
But Abhimanyu's valor, led him astray.
"Should I kill him?" he first debated,
"No," he thought, "to strike a fallen, is hated."
Deceit and trickery, a heartbreaking sight,
A young boy's battle, against the dark night.
The Mahabharata's song, the Mahabharata's heart.

Karna stands, proud, his head held high,
Abhimanyu's arrows pierce the sky.
Duhsasana staggers, his throne in dismay,
Who will face the fury of the day?
Then came the uncle, the beloved relation,
The game was lost, a desperate situation.
Arjuna's bow, is now defeated,
Like a leaf from a branch, now depleted.
The fire of Duryodhana's hate is unleashed,
A century of vengeance, now increased.

They all believed, the boy could not prevail,
Deception was the only way to fail.
Seven mighty warriors, against a child alone,
Yet, he fought with courage, the warrior's known.
"Brave nephew, your lineage shines so bright,
Embrace me for a moment, you are my light."
With a deceitful embrace, Duryodhana's plea,
Stabbed his nephew's back, a treacherous decree.