bhavi badi prabal hoti is par na kisi ka jor chale
isliye ho vivash dwarika dhish yudh ki aur chale
kya karte govind mhabharat tha desh ke bhag me
kud pade korav pandav ek divash dhadkati aag me

bhagwan krishan ko apna vachan nibhana pada
do bhinay disha me bhaiyo ko jana pada
bhagwan krishan ko apna vachan nibhana pada
do bhinay disha me bhaiyo ko jana pada
he badrinath jai jai kalyan karo bhagwan
he badrinath jai jai kalyan karo bhagwan

kashi vishweshwar jai uddhar karo bhagwan
he rameshvar jai jai beda par karo bhagwan
kya hua ran me kya batlaye lakho dulhne huyi vidhvaye
kya hua ran me kya batlaye lakho dulhne huyi vidhvaye
jab beto ki chitaye jali to
jab beto ki chitaye jali to royi koti koti mataye
chup chap parbhu ko ye bhi dukh uthana pada
do bhinay disha me bhaiyo ko jana pada
he matsyavar jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
he kurma avtar jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
barha avtar jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
nar singha avtar jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
he bhavna avtar jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
he parbhu parshuram jai jai om shanti shanti shanti
he raghukul ke ram jai jia om shanti shanti shanti

ugha shanti ka suray dhara par parkata punay prakash
jagi dharam ki jyoti jagat me hua paap ka nash
satay hua sapna hal dhar ka hua hari ka kaam
jai jai jai shri krishan janadan
jai jai jai shri balram

Fate, a river, with currents unseen,
No mortal hand can hold, or intervene.
Thus, Dwarka's Lord, with sorrow in His gaze,
Turned to battle, lost in war's dark maze.
What else could Krishna, in this tragic hour,
When Mahabharata, held the nation's power?
Kauravas, Pandavas, both in fire's embrace,
Leapt to the conflict, leaving grief's harsh trace.

Krishna, bound by vows, His promise kept,
Saw brothers sundered, in the paths they'd swept.
Krishna, bound by vows, His promise kept,
Saw brothers sundered, in the paths they'd swept.
Badrinath, hail! Grant blessings, Lord above,
Badrinath, hail! Shower us with your love.

Kashi's Vishweshwar, grant salvation's grace,
Rameshwar, lead us to a peaceful place.
What horrors bloomed in war's consuming fire,
A million brides, consumed by widows' pyre.
What horrors bloomed in war's consuming fire,
A million brides, consumed by widows' pyre.
When sons' pyres blazed, a mournful, endless sound,
A million mothers, wept upon the ground.
This grief, the silent Lord, was forced to bear,
Saw brothers sundered, in the depths of despair.
Matsyavatar, hail! Om, peace, and love abound,
Kurma's form, hail! Peace, and love profound.
Varaha's grace, hail! Peace, on hallowed ground,
Narasimha, hail! Peace, that will surround.
Vamana's heart, hail! Peace, the world has found,
Parashuram, hail! Peace, forever bound.
Rama's reign, hail! Peace, forever crowned.

Peace's sun arose, on earth's shadowed face,
Virtue's light dawned, filling time and space.
Dharma's flame ignited, banishing the night,
Evil vanquished, by the eternal light.
True was the dream, the ploughman's task complete,
Krishna's glory, a victory so sweet.
Jai, Jai, Jai, Sri Krishna Janardan,
Jai, Jai, Jai, Sri Balaram, the champion.