tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
chaogair de hamare ram ka
chaogair de hamare ram ka
dukh lage na payi
tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
tati wahu na lag gayi

satguru pura petiya jan banat banayi
ram nam okhat diya aye doli vilai
dukha yantrana si day aalam swarup
sada ang sange ab ang ang vibhute
tukalam pranasi daya lank wvrupe
sada ang sange ab ang ang vibhute
satguru pura petiyajan banat banayi
ram nam okhat diyaaye doli vilai
ram nam okhat diyaaye doli vilai
tati wahu na lag gayipar barham sarnayi

pyar liye dil rakhan ha sab vyad mitai
konha na kirpa bayi parbhu bal sahai
konha na kirpa bayi parbhu bal sahai
tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
tati wahu na lag gayi
tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
jo gird hamare ram ka dukh agge na pai

dithi sapeta nahi tud jeya
dithi sapeta nahi tud jeya
dithi sapeta nahi tud jeya
bado purkh vidhate ka tu soya
tati wahu na lag gayi par barham sarnayi
tati wahu na lag gayi
tati wahu na lag gayi tati wahu na lag gayi
par barham sarnayi
tati wahu na lag gayi tati wahu na lag gayi
par barham sarnayi tati wahu na lag gayi

No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.
Around us, the Ram's embrace,
Around us, the Ram's embrace,
No sorrow can find its way.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.

The perfect Guru, a craftsman, fashioned the soul anew,
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
The suffering of the world, a form of illusion,
Forever with me, now, in every limb, the infinite presence.
Destroyer of sorrow, merciful and the form of Lanka,
Forever with me, now, in every limb, the infinite presence.
The perfect Guru, a craftsman, fashioned the soul anew,
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
Bestowing the medicine of Ram's name, erasing all woe.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.

Holding love within the heart, all memory dissolved,
Where compassion blooms, the Lord's strength endures.
Where compassion blooms, the Lord's strength endures.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
For within our Ram's circle, no sorrow can ever be.

No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
No other vision holds, as beautiful as you,
The ancient, the source, where you now reside.
No scorching wind touches, in the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath,
No scorching wind touches.
No scorching wind touches, no scorching wind touches,
In the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath.
No scorching wind touches, no scorching wind touches,
In the sanctuary of the Brahman's breath, no scorching wind touches.