ho jako rakhe saiya maar sake na koye
ho jake rakhe saiya maar sake na koye
baal na banka kar sake jo jag bairi hoye
kah gaye bhaiya
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
ram ka naam lo isi bahane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

kaho to bhaiya suno to bhaiya
lambi badi kahani hai
lambi badi kahani hai
jivan kya hai kuch bhi nahi hai
bas nadiya ka pani hai
bas nadiya ka pani hai
aaj yaha
aaj yaha kal kaha thikane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

ek ram dashrath ka beta
ek ram sabka sawami, ek ram sabka sawami
ek ram bilkul anjana, ek ram antaryami
ek ram antaryami, ram ke kitne
ram ke kitne naam na jane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

o ho sawan bhado do hi mahina
barse re barsat ,chodaah baras tak
ek ma ki ankhiya barsi din raat
ram gaye to mat puchho
koshalaya ka kya hal huya
ram gaye to mat puchho
koshalaya ka kya hal huya
ram duhai aisi judai
ek ek pal ek saal huya
hoga milan ab kaun ye jane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

bichhade huye ko phir milne
ka kismat moka deti hai
bichhade huye ko phir milne
ka kismat moka deti hai
kabhi kabhi ye aankh magar
is man ko dhokha deti hai
apne lagte hai begane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

ma me aur sauteli ma me
kitna antar hota hai
ma me aur sauteli ma me
kitna antar hota hai
sauteli ma ke sine me
dil nahi pathar hota hai
kaha kekai se koshalaya ne
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

ram ko jab vanvas mila
sab log ayodhya ke roye
sab log ayodhya ke roye
phulo ki sej pe sone wale
van me kanto pe soye
van me kanto pe soye
kaha mahal aur kaha virane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

bure bhale sare din aakhir
ek din bit hi jate hai
bure bhale sare din aakhir
ek din bit hi jate hai
chodah baras vanvas kaat kar
ram ayodhya aate hai
diwali ke dip jalane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
ram ka naam lo isi bahane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane
kah gaye bhaiya log sayane
ram ki bate ram hi jane

Whom the Divine protects, none can harm,
Though the world be foe, no hair is bent.
Thus spoke the elders, wise and calm,
Of Ram's deep truths, His intent.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

Hearken, brothers, a tale unfolds,
A grand saga of life's fleeting grace.
What is life? Nothing it holds,
But a river's flow, time and space.
Here today, tomorrow, where shall we be?
Of Ram's deep truths, eternity.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

One Ram, son of Dasharatha's line,
One Ram, the Lord of all, divine.
One Ram, unknown, unseen, unheard,
One Ram, the heart's most intimate word.
Of Ram's many names, a boundless sea,
Of Ram's deep truths, for you and me.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

Oh, the months of rain, a deluge of tears,
Fourteen years, a mother's endless plight.
Her eyes did weep through passing years,
When Ram departed, lost to sight.
Ask not of Kausalya's grief and pain,
Ask not, as sorrow did remain.
In Ram's separation, a year in each breath,
Of Ram's deep truths, in life and death.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

To reunite the parted, fate may give,
A chance to meet, to make amends.
Yet sometimes, the eye deceives, to live,
A trick the mind comprehends.
Those we hold dear, may turn estranged,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever changed.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

Between a mother and a stepmother's heart,
A chasm lies, a cruel divide.
In the stepmother's breast, a stone apart,
No love resides, where feelings hide.
Said Kausalya to Kaikeyi, stark and bold,
Of Ram's deep truths, a story told.
The wise ones spoke, the ancients knew,
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.

When Ram was banished to the wood,
All Ayodhya wept, in sorrow's hold.
He who slept on flowers, understood,
The thorns of exile, bleak and cold.
Where palaces, where wilderness reside?
Of Ram's deep truths, our hearts confide.

Good and bad days, they swiftly wane,
Fourteen years of exile done.
Ram returns to home again,
To light the lamps, the battle won.
Diwali's lights, a joyful gleam,
Of Ram's deep truths, a waking dream.
Take Ram's name, as a sacred plea,
The wise ones spoke, eternally.
Of Ram's deep truths, forever true.