ravan fuko dhum dham se ravan fuko dhum dham se
vijay ram ne payi re bhaiya
re bhaiya re bhaiya vijay ram ne payi
ravan fuko dhum dham se
vijay ram ne payi re bhaiya re bhaiya re bhaiya
vijay ram ne payi ravan fuko dhum dham se

jhuth to hai ret ki diwar mere sathi
jhuth to hai ret ki diwar mere sathi
sachai ke ek hi thapede se gir jati
ramayan me yahi likha hai ramayan me yahi likha hai
geeta ne yahi kaha mano mere bhai
re bhaiya re bhaiya vijay ram ne payi
ravan fuko dhum dham se

rah sidhi sujhe na or sujhe ulta dhandha
rah sidhi sujhe na or sujhe ulta dhandha
pag pag thokar khaye wo do aankho wala andha
aisa gire sambhal na paye aisa gire sambhal na paye
jag bhi usko thukraye sambhlo mere bhai
ravan fuko dhum dham se vijay ram ne payi re bhaiya
re bhaiya re bhaiya vijay ram ne payi
ravan fuko dhum dham se

pap me jo hath range aakhir me pachtaye
pap me jo hath range aakhir me pachtaye
boye bich babul ka wo aam kaha se paye
jaisi bhi hoti karni jaisi bhi hoti karni
hoti hai waisi bharni ravan fuko dhum dham se
vijay ram ne payi re bhaiya
re bhaiya re bhaiya vijay ram ne payi
ravan fuko dhum dham se ravan fuko dhum dham se
vijay ram ne payi re bhaiya re bhaiya re bhaiya
vijay ram ne payi ravan fuko dhum dham se

With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's might,
Victory Rama claimed, oh brothers, in the light!
Oh brothers, oh brothers, Rama's victory bright,
With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's light.

Falsehood's a wall of sand, my friend, you see,
A single wave of truth, it crumbles utterly.
This is the scripture of the Ramayana's plea,
The Gita echoes, brother, listen carefully!
Oh brothers, oh brothers, Rama's victory free,
With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's decree.

The straight path lost, the crooked way they crave,
A stumbling stumble, the blinded soul to save.
Such falls, no rising, from the world they wave,
Help them now, my brother, from the soul's dark cave,
With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's grave.
Victory Rama claimed, oh brothers, brave!

The hands that stain with sin, in sorrow they reside,
Sow thorns, and how can mangoes be supplied?
As actions shape the reaping we abide,
With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's pride.
Victory Rama claimed, oh brothers, ride!
Oh brothers, oh brothers, Rama's victory wide,
With pomp and pyre, they cast down Ravana's stride.