bachke hamse bhala sarkar kaha jaoge
humko saye ki tarha sath sada paoge
berukhi humse bartoge to pachhtaoge
husn vala koi humsa na kahi paoge
mud kar mud kar idhar ko bhi meri sarkar dekh lo
aaye hai dil ko tham ke bimaar dekh lo
mud kar idhar

mai hu raavi ki hasina mera jalwa dekho
dekho dekho mera jalwa dekho
mai hu, mai hu bangal ka jadu
mai hu bangal ka jadu
mera chalna dekho
dekho dekho mera chalna dekho
mai hu gujrat ki pakhi

mai hu gujrat ki pakhi
koi mera nakhra dekho
dekho dekho mera nakhra dekho
mai hu mewad se aaya hua meva
mai hu mewad se aaya hua meva
dekho dekho dekho
hum dekhne ki chij hai so bar dekh lo
mud kar idhar ko bhi meri sarkar dekh lo
mud kar idhar

hath ab tham bhi le
kisliye sharmata hai
mai vo moti hun jo takdir se hath aata hai
ghir ke ye rup ki barsaat na fir aayegi
sache pariyo ki ye baraat na fir aayegi
mehka huaa hai husn ka dildar dekh lo
mud kar idhar ko bhi meri sarkar dekh lo
mud kar idhar

Where can you flee, oh government, from me?
Like a shadow, forever, you'll find me to be.
If you turn away, regret will surely sting,
For beauty like mine, nowhere will it swing.
Turn, turn, my government, glance this way, behold,
The hearts that are captured, the story told.
Turn this way.

I am the beauty of the Ravi, witness my charm,
Behold, behold my charm, a siren's alarm.
I am, I am the Bengal's sorcery,
I am the Bengal's sorcery, eternally.
My dance, witness it, a mesmerizing gleam,
Behold, behold my dance, a waking dream.
I am Gujarat's bird of grace, so free,

I am Gujarat's bird of grace, for all to see,
Behold my allure, my delicate decree.
Behold, behold my allure, the heart's new key.
I am the fruit from Mewar, ever so sweet,
I am the fruit from Mewar, a delectable feat.
Behold, behold, behold, a vision complete.
We are a sight to see, a hundred times, embrace,
Turn, turn, my government, and grace this space.
Turn this way.

Now, take my hand, and gently hold,
Why do you shy away, a story to be told?
I am the pearl, that from fate, does gently appear,
This rain of form will never again be near.
This procession of true fairies, never again shall appear.
Witness the beloved, the essence of beauty, so near.
Turn, turn, my government, and the truth you'll hold,
Turn this way.