varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
prithvi pe dharm palak
waisa na koi hoga
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha

jan man ka krity ranjan
sab ke hai prem bandhi
faili hai unke yash ki
charo tarf sugandhi
jan man ka krity ranjan
sab ke hai prem bandhi
faili hai unke yash ki
charo tarf sugandhi
bhulega na unhe jo
ek bar dekh lega
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha

ratri ke chandrma hai
aur din ke wo ravi hai
kahte hai log unko
vishnu ki wo chhavi hai
ratri ke chandrma hai
aur din ke wo ravi hai
kahte hai log unko
vishnu ki wo chhavi hai
tar jayega wo bhav se
jo nam unka lega
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
prithvi pe dharm palak
waisa na koi hoga
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha
varan kare kya maiya
shri ram ji ki shobha

How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's resplendent grace?
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's luminous face?
Upon this earth, a dharma's keeper,
None like Him we embrace.
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's resplendent grace?
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's luminous face?

He delights the hearts of all,
Bound by love's sweet tie.
His glory's fragrant essence,
Spreads beneath the sky.
He delights the hearts of all,
Bound by love's sweet tie.
His glory's fragrant essence,
Spreads beneath the sky.
Never will they forget Him,
Whose gaze meets His eye.
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's resplendent grace?
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's luminous face?

He is the moon of the night,
The sun of the waking day.
They say He is the image,
Of Vishnu, come to stay.
He is the moon of the night,
The sun of the waking day.
They say He is the image,
Of Vishnu, come to stay.
He shall cross the ocean of life,
Whose lips His name convey.
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's resplendent grace?
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's luminous face?
Upon this earth, a dharma's keeper,
None like Him we embrace.
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's resplendent grace?
How can I speak, Mother,
Of Ram's luminous face?