wah re wah bhagwan wah re wah bhagwan
khub ki rakhvali tumne sajayi mang
tumhi ne mita dali haye re khub ki rakhvali
wah re wah bhagwan

maine tumhari puja ki badle me ye vardan mila
charn pakhare the maine isliye ashru ka daan mila
o mila na amrit mile jahar ke ye pyale
mile jahar ke ye pyale haye re khub ki rakhvali
wah re wah bhagwan khub ki rakhvali
tumne sajayi mang tumhi ne mita dali
haye khub ki rakhvali wah re wah bhagwan

jag ke taranhar prabhu ne mujh dukhiya ko nahi tara
deepak ne hi aaj kiya hai mere ghar me ujiyara
man ne hi komal kali masal dali komal kali masal dali
haye khub ki rakhvali wah re wah bhagwan
khub ki rakhvali tumne sajayi mang
tumhi ne mita dali haye khub ki rakhvali
wah re wah bhagwan

bhagwan bhagwan bhagwan
raghu kul reet nibhane vale raghupati raghav ram kaha
abla ke bane ho rakshk vo dukh hari ram kaha
tumhe tumhari sita ke prano ki hai sogandh tumhe
ma koshlya dashrath ke armano ki sogandh tumhe
bhagt or bhagwan ka nata agar tut ye jayga
jag me pralay ho jayegi or naam tera mit jayega
kaha ho ram kaha ho ram kaha ho ram

Oh, the wonder, God, the wonder, God,
You painted life, a vibrant pod.
You kept it safe, then shattered it,
Oh, the wonder, God.

I prayed to you, for this I gained,
A bitter boon, a heart estranged.
I washed your feet, and for my tears,
A flood of sorrow, through the years.
No nectar flowed, but poison's cup,
Poison's cup, that filled me up.
Oh, the wonder, God, the wonder, God,
You kept it safe, then shattered it,
Oh, the wonder, God.

The Savior of the world, did he forsake,
This wretched soul, my heart to break?
The lamp itself, now lights my way,
Within my home, a brighter day.
My own heart crushed the tender bloom,
The tender bloom, sealed in its tomb.
Oh, the wonder, God, the wonder, God,
You painted life, a vibrant pod.
You kept it safe, then shattered it,
Oh, the wonder, God.

God, God, oh God,
Where is Ram, of Raghu’s line,
Who kept the vows, so true, divine?
Where is the Ram, protector of the weak,
Who healed the pain, the words they speak?
By Sita's life, I make my plea,
By Kosalya's hopes, you must agree.
If the bond between devotee and God does sever,
The world will end, and your name will wither.
Where are you, Ram? Where are you, Ram? Where are you, Ram?