dil me sirf desh bhakti aesa mera bhim raw re
aadhunik bharat ka ek aesa wo shilpkar re
barso se pani ki thi killte yaha
soch se usi ke huye harek khaliya
damodar hira kundha bijli yojna
khushiya usne layi kitni yaha
jal sandharan mantri aesa huaa nahi hoga koi re
aadhunik bharat ka ek aesa wo shilpkar re

majduro ka jina bhi tha mushkil bada
barah barah ghante wo bahaye pasina
bhim ji ke pehal se dekho badle hai thath
kaam ki abdhi ghtaye barah se aath
sukhad huaa sulabh huaa majduro ka jina yaha re
aadhunik bharat ka ek aesa wo shilpkar re shilpkar re

In heart's deep core, a love for nation burned,
My Bhim Rao, a soul where India yearned.
A sculptor bold, of modern India's form,
He weathered storms, and weathered every storm.

For ages past, the land was thirsting dry,
But in his vision, verdant fields did lie.
The Damodar, the shining, electric blaze,
Brought joy's bright dawn to these forgotten days.
A water minister, unmatched, so it seems,
A sculptor bold, who lived and dreamt his dreams.

The workers toiled, their lives a heavy plight,
Twelve hours they strained, beneath the fading light.
Then Bhim's great hand, a change began to weave,
From twelve to eight, their working hours reprieve.
Relief they found, their burdens now made light,
A sculptor bold, who filled their days with light.