iss desh ki hai aaj bhi toofan me naiya
bharat me fir se aa jao balram kanaiya

sab aur pada sukha adha hai desh bukha
ghangor hai mehngai janta hai tang aayi
galiyo me bade bade ajgar hai chipe pade
daste hai aaj bhi naag hame ae naag na thaiya
bharat me fir se aa jao balram kanaiya

mahalo me hai diwali kutiyo me raat kali
kuch lo sukh jite baki aanshu pite
ye desh ki surat hai ab aao jarurat hai
lakho sudamao ki hai sunasan madaiya
bharat me fir se aa jao balram kanaiya

ye soch rahe hai sabhi aisa tha na waqt kabhi
bacche na dudh pate maa baap jhatpatate
hey din bandu aao karuna ke sindu aao
kat ti lakho har sal yaha gopal teri gaiya
bharat me fir se aa jao balram kanaiya
iss desh ki hai aaj bhi toofan me naiya
bharat me fir se aa jao balram kanaiya

The nation's vessel, tossed in tempest's sway,
O Balram, Krishna, come to India, today.

Drought grips the land, half the nation starves,
Inflation's wrath, the weary heart it carves.
In shadowed lanes, serpents of greed reside,
Their fangs still strike, oh serpent, do not hide!
O Balram, Krishna, come to India, today.

In palaces, Diwali's bright display,
While huts endure the night's despairing gray.
Some feast on joy, while others drink their tears,
Such is the plight, the weight of passing years.
For millions of Sudamas, a desolate pyre,
O Balram, Krishna, come to India, today.

All ponder, never such a time before,
Children denied the milk they crave and pour,
Fathers and mothers, in anguish, they grieve,
O Friend of the poor, compassion, we believe.
Millions of cows, each year, their lives they lose,
O Gopal, come, your presence we now choose!
The nation's vessel, tossed in tempest's sway,
O Balram, Krishna, come to India, today.