samay ke chakar se jiwan me
koi nahi bach paya chand or
suraj ko bhi das le samay ki kali
chhaya samaye ne mati mari
to kaikai ne vo aag lagai
jali ayodhya ram se bichda bharat
jaisa bhai bharat jaisa bhai
samay ki aandhi samay ki
andhi me ud jaye tinke sa insan re
bhiya samaye bada balwan samaye
bada balwan re bhiya samay bada balwan

From time's relentless, circling grace,
None escape life's fleeting embrace.
Even moon and sun, in their celestial dance,
Are swallowed by time's dark expanse.

Time's shadow, a venomous bite,
Twisted reason, stole the light.
Kaikeyi's fire, a burning pyre,
Tore Ayodhya, fueled desire.
Ram departed, Bharat's ache,
A brother's sorrow, hearts would break.

Like dust motes caught in the gale,
Humanity's fragile, whispered tale.
In time's wild, relentless sway,
We're scattered, lost along the way.
Brother, time's strength, a mighty hand,
Brother, time's power, across the land.