pyari pyari pyari pyari ye sukhad matrubhumi apni
ye sukhad matrubhumi apni pyaari pyari pyari pyari
aaryavrat hai sunaam jiska aaryavrat hai sunaam jiska
shobha jag se nyari shobha jag se nyari pyari pyari
ek anek bhaye jab milke tirath attal pukari
aaj hai vishwamrit ke jinse aag tapasya haari
kathin tapasya dekh rishi ki indradev gaye haari
tap todan surpur se bheji sughar menka naari sughar menka

main prem ki pyasi nitt prem ki pyasi bani ban waasi
ban me tumhare aayi ban me tumhare aayi
nain khol dekho bairaagi nain khol dekho bairaagi
bairagan kya layi bairagan kya layi

main rukhmani tum gyaan jayi main vilas tum vanvasi
prem bina sab gyan adhura prem bina sab gyan adhura
mat bhulo sanyasi mat bhulo sanyasi
ek prem ki pyasi bani banwasi ban me tumhaare aayi
nain khol dekho bairagi bairagan kya layi
bairagan kya layi

indra ki mohini sohni maa bani
ek kanya ka sundar use phal mila
lage tap me aur woh chali swarg ko
maar man aur pathar sa mann ko bana
jaanewale toh sab apni raah chale
ek musafir naya kiska mehmaan raha
maharshi kanva ne dekha daana liye
ek panchi jo udkar kahi ko chala
lekar pura patta haal dekha kabhi
aaya kichad me sundar kamal ek pada
jisne maya me phir se faasaya unhe
aaj banana pada uska paalak pita
woh shakun se phali bani shakuntala
bholi aashram me ja jaise kalplata

kanva rishi ke ashram me woh vandevi sukumari
seva murat bankar dole santan ko sukhkari
santan ko sukhkari
vo hi kanya shakuntala jin vishvamitra vikari
kanva muni kar paalan uska apni kari dulaari
aisi tapasvi jinki karni unchi jagat manjhari
unki kanya kare na kaise jag me naam ujari
band karo meri vipda bhari janm kahani

Beloved, beloved, beloved, our sweet motherland,
Our sweet motherland, beloved, beloved, beloved.
Aryavrata, its hallowed name, Aryavrata, its hallowed name,
Its glory unmatched, its glory unmatched, beloved.

When many merged as one, the sacred grounds resounded,
Today, from the friend of the world, where fire itself surrendered.
Seeing the sage's harsh penance, Indra, defeated,
Sent the lovely Menaka from the heavens to break it.

I thirst for love, forever thirsty, a wanderer in the woods,
I come to your forest, I come to your forest.
Open your eyes, O renunciate, open your eyes,
What does this renunciate bring? What does she bring?

I am Rukmini, you are knowledge; I am pleasure, you the hermit,
Without love, all knowledge is incomplete, without love, all knowledge incomplete,
Do not forget, O renunciate, do not forget,
A lover of love, a wanderer in the woods, I come to your forest,
Open your eyes, O renunciate, what does this renunciate bring?
What does she bring?

The bewitching Indra's beauty became a mother,
A beautiful fruit she gave birth to as a daughter.
She began her penance, and went to heaven,
Crushing the mind, making it like stone.
Those who were going, all went their way,
Who would be the guest of a new traveler?
Maharishi Kanva saw, with the seed in hand,
A bird that flew away.
Having seen the whole leaf, he saw,
A beautiful lotus fell in the mud.
Who ensnared him again in illusion,
Today he had to become its guardian father.
She grew up with good omens, became Shakuntala,
Innocent in the ashram, like a wish-fulfilling creeper.

In Kanva Rishi's ashram, that forest goddess, so fair,
Serving as an image, she roamed, bringing joy to the saints,
Bringing joy to the saints.
That very daughter, Shakuntala, whom the world friend corrupted,
Kanva Muni nurtured her, cherished her with his love.
Such ascetics, whose deeds are lofty, the world knows,
How can their daughter not illuminate the world?
Close my sorrowful birth story.