aayi aaj bida ki bela
aayi aaj bida ki bela
ghadi badi gambhir
ran me veer chala
danush khadag tumir kawach se
saja hua hai sharir
ran me veer chala

kaisi kathin parisha leta
tu bhi haye vidhata
tadap rahi hai maa ki mamta
aasu tapak na mata
kunti dropadi dekh rahi hai
kunti dropadi dekh rahi hai
bhar aankho me neer
ran me veer chala
aayi aaj vida ki bela ghadi badi gambhir
ran me veer chala

pahnati hai har subhadhra
vyatha kahi na jati
hariday dhadakta hath kapte
phati ja rahi chati
laga rahi hai bida ka tika
laga rahi hai bida ka tika
apna kaleja chir
ran me veer chala
aayi aaj vida ki bela
ghadi badi gambhir
ran me veer chala

bichad raha hai jivan sathi
samay ki gati hai nyari
pran piya se mil na saki re
pran piya ki pyari
bani aaj nirdosh uttra
bani aaj nirdosh uttra
karuna ki tasvir
ran me veer chala
aayi aaj vida ki bela
ghadi badi gambhir
ran me veer chala

The hour of parting arrives,
a solemn decree.
To war he strides, the hero,
his body adorned,
with bow, sword, quiver, and shield.
To war he strides.

What trials you weave, Oh Creator,
a fate so unkind.
A mother's love, it trembles,
tears well, yet she remains,
Kunti and Draupadi watch,
their eyes overflowing,
with sorrow's deep tide.
To war he strides.

The hour of parting arrives,
a solemn decree.
To war he strides.

Subhadra garlands his neck,
words cannot express
the agony that consumes her,
her heart pounds, her hands shake,
her chest feels as if it will burst.
She marks his brow,
with a parting grace,
tearing at her own heart.
To war he strides.

The hour of parting arrives,
a solemn decree.
To war he strides.

His life-partner departs,
time's course, a cruel design.
Souls cannot mingle,
beloved's dearest,
Uttara, now blameless,
a portrait of compassion,
becomes a tear.
To war he strides.

The hour of parting arrives,
a solemn decree.
To war he strides.