sansar ke palanhar prabhu ke gun me gata hun
hari ke daswe avthar ki katha suno sunata hun
jab bhi sarkal yug aayega jab paap bhi puny khayega
ulte hoge jab kam sabhi bhulege prabhu ke naam sabhi
harne ko dhra ka bhar harne ko dhra ka bhar
harne ko dhra ka bhar tab lege kalki avtar
tab lege kalki avtar

krne kripan ka dhar prabhu aur ask pe hoke sawar prabhu
dharan kar sweth wastr tan pe darsan dege brahman banke
harneko daya ka bhar tab lege kalka avtar hari
jug jug me jo bhakto ke rup anek dhre
wo hi prabhu dukh ke sagar se sab ko par kare
visnu puran sune jo koi wo bhav sindh tare
keshaw kripa sindh krunamay jai jagdish hare
gaao re gun gaao hari ka jo dukh dur kare hare
gaao re gun gaao hari ka jo dukh dur kare hare

I sing the praise of the Lord, the sustainer of worlds,
I tell the tale, I weave the threads, of Hari's tenth unfoldings.
When Kali's age descends, where darkness takes its throne,
Where sin is praised as virtue, and twisted deeds are sown,
When tasks are turned awry, and names of gods are lost,
To lift the burden of the earth, to count the ultimate cost,
To lift the burden of the earth, to lift the burden of the earth,
To lift the burden of the earth, then Kalki will descend, Hari,
Then Kalki will descend, Hari.

He sharpens the sword, the Lord, upon his steed he rides,
Donning white robes of purity, a Brahmin's form he hides,
To lift the burden of the earth, then Kalki will descend, Hari.
Through ages, for the faithful, in countless forms He’s known,
That very Lord, from sorrow's sea, shall carry everyone home.
Whoever hears the Vishnu tale, across the ocean flows,
Keshav, ocean of compassion, victory, Lord of all, He knows!
Sing praises, sing of Hari's grace, that washes grief away,
Sing praises, sing of Hari's grace, that washes grief away.