bhagat ke rakhwale bhagwan
nibhate hai bhakti ki aan
paap jab karta hai abhiman
bhumi par aate daya nidan
jagat ke rakhwale bhagawan
jagat ke rakhwale bhagawan

avadhpuri ke suryavansh ki
ye anmol kahani
kaushlya kekayi sumitra
thi dashrath ki rani
raghukul ki shobha juthi thi
mata ki mamta ruthi thi
janam liya bhagwan ne
bankar dashrath ki santan
pathar bani ahilya taari
raghuvar kripa nidhan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan

fir raghunandan sita ke sang
avadhpuri me aaye
honharini ek raat me
kaise khel khilaye
raghupati sihasan chhod chale
vaibav se mukhda mod chale
raghukul ki reet nibhate
chahe jaye pran
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan

lakhan siya ke sath ayodhya
chhod chale raghurayi
panv pakhar prabhu ki naiya
ganga teer lagai
prabhu jivan nav khivaiya hai
dukhiyo ke dheer dharaiya hai
heen heen kevat ko prabhu ne
diya nirala maan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan

jab jungle me mangal jaga
jab basant muskaya
mayakaal ban panchvati me
parbhu uchalta aaya
jise dekh nandni lalchayi
sun re dekh le raghurai
apni leela dikha rahe
prabhu jinko hai sab gyan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan
bhagat ke rakhwale bhagawan

God, the devotee's keeper,
Upholds devotion's decree.
When sin swells with conceit,
Mercy descends to thee.
God, the devotee's keeper,
God, the devotee's keeper.

From Ayodhya's solar line,
A priceless tale unfolds,
Kaushalya, Kaikeyi, Sumitra,
Dasharatha's queens, of old.
Raghukul's glory seemed false,
A mother's love, it did halt.
Then God incarnate came,
As Dasharatha's own child born.
Ahalya, a stone, found grace,
Raghuvir, compassion's morn.
God, the devotee's keeper,
God, the devotee's keeper.

Then Raghunandan, with Sita,
Returned to Ayodhya's grace,
One fateful night, how the game
Did play out in that place.
Raghupati, the throne he did leave,
From opulence, did bereave.
Raghukul's customs he kept,
Even if life would be gone.
God, the devotee's keeper,
God, the devotee's keeper.

Lakshman, Sita, with them all,
Ayodhya they did forsake,
Washed the boatman's feet,
At Ganga's holy lake.
The Lord, life's boatman, he is,
In sorrow, the comfort is.
To the humble, the boatman,
He gave honor, unknown.
God, the devotee's keeper,
God, the devotee's keeper.

When the jungle bloomed with joy,
When spring began to gleam,
In Panchvati, a magical play,
The Lord began to dream.
Whom Nandini, did covet,
"Look, Raghurai," she did say it.
His divine play he showed,
To those who have all the know.
God, the devotee's keeper,
God, the devotee's keeper.