jay jay ram siya ram siya ram siya ram
jay jay ram siya ram siya ram siya ram
jjinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai
jjinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai
aage aage ram chalt hai aage aage ram chalt hai
piche lakshman bhai
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma
jinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai
aage aage ram chalt hai
piche lakshman bhai koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
jjinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai
jay jay ram siya ram siya ram siya ram
jay jay ram siya ram siya ram siya ram

bahart shatrughan se hai devar ho
bahart shatrughan se hai devar
sita sneh lutati jin par gun avgun ye kuch na jane
maat pita ko tirath mane
dasharath ji ke char ladle dasharath ji ke char ladle
tulsi ki choupai koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
jinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai

ram ki koi bahen na thi ram ki koi bahen na thi
unko shayad yahi kami thi is ghar me hai choti bahna
har bhai ka sukh aur chaina is ghar me hai choti bahna
har bhai ka sukh our chaina
baat baat me khel karat nandi aur bhojaayi
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma
jinka ghar ho ayodhya jaisa unki hot badai
aage aage ram chalt hai piche lakshman bhai
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma

kitna bhajan karo kitna jatan karo
aaya samaye kabhi talta nahi
aaya samaye kabhi talta nahi
swarth ki dharti par boya jo patthar
par poudha kabhi bhi falta nahi
par poudha kabhi bhi falta nahi
ravan sa abhimani karta tha manmani
ravan sa abhimani karta tha manmani
duniya se khud hi jata raha
sita ki shakti ko lakshaman ki bhakti ko
sansar gito me gata raha sansar gito me gata raha
raghukul rit sada chali aai pran jai par vachan na jaai
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma
koushlya tohre anganwa ma koushlya tohre anganwa ma

Glory to Rama, Sita's Rama, Rama, Sita's Rama,
Glory to Rama, Sita's Rama, Rama, Sita's Rama.
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory,
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory.
Rama walks ahead, Rama walks ahead,
Laxman follows behind.
Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard.
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory.
Rama walks ahead,
Laxman follows behind. Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard.
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory.
Glory to Rama, Sita's Rama, Rama, Sita's Rama,
Glory to Rama, Sita's Rama, Rama, Sita's Rama.

Bharat and Shatrughna, brothers they be,
Bharat and Shatrughna, brothers they be.
Sita showers affection, on them,
knowing no flaw, no fault to see.
Mother and Father, a sacred pilgrimage,
Dasharatha's four beloved sons,
Dasharatha's four beloved sons,
Tulsidas's verse, Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard.
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory.

Rama had no sister, Rama had no sister,
Perhaps that was his only lack,
But this home has a little sister,
the joy and peace of every brother.
But this home has a little sister,
the joy and peace of every brother.
Playful games, the brother-in-law and sister-in-law,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard.
Whose home is like Ayodhya's, theirs is the true glory.
Rama walks ahead, Laxman follows behind.
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard.

How much devotion, how much effort you give,
the appointed time never turns back.
the appointed time never turns back.
On the land of selfishness, what stones were sown,
but the sapling never bears fruit.
but the sapling never bears fruit.
Ravana, arrogant, did as he pleased,
Ravana, arrogant, did as he pleased,
He perished, from the world he went.
Sita's power, Laxman's devotion,
The world sings of it in songs, the world sings of it in songs.
The Raghukul tradition always prevailed,
life may go, but the word will not.
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard,
Kausalya, in your courtyard, Kausalya, in your courtyard.