muhu se nikale muni vasishtha se pandit or vidwan
parbhu ram ka raj tilak ho shubh din bane mahan
raj ke badle ram kar rahe hai van ko parasthan
kon tal sakta bawi ko honhar balwan

roye avadhpuri pur wasi banke wanwasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale
maiya ki anhkiya pyasi ke chayi udasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale

bikhar gaye mala ke moti bujh gaye bujh gaye deep joye
kaun hai aisa pathar dil jo aaj ke din na roye re
aaj ke din na roye re aaj ke din na roye re
roye avadhpuri pur wasi banke wanwasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale

likhne wale ne aasu me kalam duboi hogi
aaj ke din anhoni kar khud honi roi hogi re
khud honi roi hogi re khud honi roi hogi re
roye avadhpuri pur wasi banke wanwasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale
maiya ki anhkiya paysi ke chayi udasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale

kaato par ye paw chalenge kaise samjh na aaye haye
kaato par ye paw chalenge kaise samjh na aaye haye
kaate kya in pawo me to kaliya bhi chubh jaye re
kaliya bhi chubh jaye re kaliya bhi chubh jaye re
roye avadhpuri pur wasi banke wanwasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale
maiya ki anhkiya paysi ke chayi udasi ho raja ram chale
shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale shri ram chale

From Vashishta's lips, wisdom flowed, a scholar's decree,
To crown Lord Rama, a day of glorious decree.
Yet, for exile, Rama chose, forsaking the throne,
Who can defy fate's strong, unyielding moan?

Weep, O Ayodhya, its citizens forlorn, as Rama departs,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.
A mother's eyes, thirsting, shadows of sorrow,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.

The garland's pearls scattered, lamps dimmed and died,
Who holds a heart of stone, not weeping, side by side?
Not weeping on this day, no tear to hide.
Weep, O Ayodhya, its citizens forlorn, as Rama departs,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.

The writers dipped their pens in tears this day,
Fate itself wept, as the inevitable held sway.
Fate itself wept, in utter disarray.
Weep, O Ayodhya, its citizens forlorn, as Rama departs,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.
A mother's eyes, thirsting, shadows of sorrow,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.

How shall these feet walk upon thorns, a question we keep,
How shall these feet walk upon thorns, in sorrow so deep?
Not just thorns, but flowers, their sharpness to reap,
Flowers their sharpest will keep, the sharpest will leap.
Weep, O Ayodhya, its citizens forlorn, as Rama departs,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.
A mother's eyes, thirsting, shadows of sorrow,
Rama goes, Rama goes, Rama goes, he departs.