suno suno ji ham tumko
ab aise katha sunate hain
jinki gatha har ghar me
sab bade prem se gaten hain
raja hiranykashyap raja hiranykashyap
raja hiranykashyap raja hiranykashyap
naam leke jinka, sansaar kare hain jap tap
are naam leke jinka, sansaar kare hain jap tap
jap tap jap tap jap tap jap tap jap tap
jap tap jap tap jap tap jap tap jap tap
hoy raja hiranykashyap raja hiranykashyap

raja hiranya ki aisi hain kahani
ek baar jisne sun li
fir fir padi sunani
navrat ki bahti nadiya. tere hain sunne wale
navrat ki bahti nadiya. tere hain sunne wale
kabhi hanske howe pagal
kabhi ansu gire hain tap tap
kabhi hanske howe pagal
kabhi ansu gire hain tap tap
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

rakshao ke raja hiranykashyap maharaja
saare lokonko jeet pahunche indr ke dham
aur inder ke chhut gaye chhakke
rah gaye akke bakke
iske baad raja hiranykashyapne
kar di vaikunth par chadhai
sunke ran ki ki bheriya, bhage dwarpal
jaise dwar par hi aa gaya ho kaal
bhage dwarpal ho bhage dwarpal
chhod gaye o dhanush baan
aur chhodi khadag dhan
he bhage dwaarpal ho bhage dwarpal

are mere bhai, kyo lete ho jamai
agar din me nind aise hain satati
jaise satati hain raat ko lugai
to mere bhai ek sath bolo
raja hiranykashyap ki jai
ha to
jab pahunche ja hiranya, le apani saari shakti
bhawaan khud ko bhule, bhakto ki bhule bhakti
chhod ke apana aasan the bhage ja narayan
chhod ke apana aasan the bhage ja narayan
bhawaan khud ko bhule, bhakto ki bhule bhakti
narayan narayan narayan narayan
narayan narayan narayan narayan

narayan to kar gaye palayan
fir maharaj hiranykashyap ne puchha
kaha gaya hari ho kaha gaya hari
o bhaga o bhaga jab jan pe padi
kaha gayi shri ho kaha gahi shri
jaha gaye hari waha gayi shri
jaha gaye hari waha gayi shri
shri hari shri hari shri hari shri hari
shri hari shri hari shri hari shri hari

are naash ki mahima sunlo
jo bhi sunghe naas re
ha jo bhi sunghe naas re
rogo ka kya kahana
na yam bhi aaye paas re
naas naas jai naas naas
naas naas jai naas naas

ye naas ki katha nahi
maharaj hiranykashyap ki katha sunao
to chhup gaye koi waha
aur koi waha
varun aa gaya pakadi
mangne laga ro ro ke duhai
kaha ye varun bhagte ho tum kidhar
kya tumko nahi mera dar
bhukho aaj mar raha sansaar
barse na agar mahine me teen baar
kat dunga sar
sunke sare devta
kanp uthe thar thar
kanp uthe thar thar
bhage apne apne ghar
ghar ghar jale sukh ke diye
raja hiranya jug jug jiye
raja hiranya jug jug jiye
raja hiranya jug jug jiye
jug jug jiye, jug jug jiye

Hark, a tale I shall now unfold,
A saga sung in every home, loved and told.
King Hiranyakashipu, King Hiranyakashipu,
Whose name, a mantra, the world does imbue.
Their whispers of devotion, the world does pursue.
King Hiranyakashipu, King Hiranyakashipu.

A tale of Hiranya, a story to seize,
Once heard, will forever appease.
Rivers of nine gems, flowing so true,
Listeners enraptured, of me and of you.
Madness of laughter, then tears begin,
Falling like droplets, the sorrow within.

Hiranyakashipu, the demon king, supreme,
Conquered the realms, invaded Indra's dream.
Indra's courage crumbled, his spirit did flee,
In awe, they were silent, what would be?
Then Hiranyakashipu, with power so bold,
Marched upon Vaikuntha, a story to be told.
The gatekeepers trembled, the war drums they heard,
Fled from their posts, by fear they were stirred.
Like death at the doorway, they scattered in fright,
Abandoning arrows and shields in the light.

Oh brother, why do you yawn and delay?
If slumber haunts you by the light of day,
As a wife does at night, in a way,
Then, let us together, loudly say,
"Glory to King Hiranyakashipu, today!"
When Hiranya arrived, with might and with grace,
Gods forgot their power, their holy place,
The Lord Himself fled, abandoning his seat,
Gods forgot their power, their holy place,
Narayana, Narayana, a hurried retreat.
Narayana, Narayana, a hurried retreat.

Narayana, he fled to the hidden shore,
Then Hiranyakashipu asked, and implored,
"Where has Hari gone? Where is He now?"
"He has run away, as did the cow."
"Where has Shri gone? Where is She now?"
"Where Hari went, Shri did endow."
Shri Hari, Shri Hari, a whispered vow.

Listen now, to the glory of ruin’s release,
To those who inhale the destroyer's peace.
What of diseases, what of their pain?
Even Yama, the death, cannot remain.
Ruin, ruin, hail ruin, hail ruin, hail ruin.

This is not a tale of ruin's dark hold,
But of Hiranyakashipu, a story to be told.
Some hid in fear, as Varuna appeared,
Crying for mercy, his fate he feared.
"Where do you flee, with such haste and dread?
Do you not fear me?" the king said.
"If the world is hungry, if rains are denied,
If only three times a month, the rains do abide,
I'll sever your head!" The gods, they did weep.
Trembling they scattered, their secrets to keep.
Each house then burned, a light so bright,
King Hiranya, may you live in eternal light!
May you live! May you live!