bharat ke ek sanari ki
ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai
mithla ki rajdulari ki
ham khata sunate hai
ham khata sunate hai
bharat ek sanari ki
ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai

shivdanush raam ne todda
shivdanush raam ne todda
mila chand-chakor ka joda
mila chand-chakor ka joda
janakpuri se todda nata avadpuri se joda
janakpuri se todda nata avadpuri se joda
komal thi vo kali sukho me pali
vano me chali bahut dukh payi
sun kar uski vyatha nain bhar aate hai
ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai
bharat ek sanari ki
ham katha sunate hai
ham katha sunate hai

ravan ke chal kari siya ko hari
viddi kya kari sokh man payi
sita-sita kare birah me jare
vano me fire nikal raghurai nikal raghurai

Of a virtuous Indian woman,
we tell her story, we tell her story.
Of Mithila's cherished daughter,
we tell her story, we tell her story.
Of a virtuous Indian woman,
we tell her story, we tell her story.

Ram shattered Shiva's bow,
Ram shattered Shiva's bow.
Like moon and the partridge, a couple now,
like moon and the partridge, a couple now.
From Janak's city, a bond was severed,
to Ayodhya, a new connection delivered.
She was a tender bud, nurtured in joy,
yet hardship awaited, her heart to employ.
Hearing her plight, tears well up in sight,
we tell her story, we tell her story.
Of a virtuous Indian woman,
we tell her story, we tell her story.

Ravana, with deceit, stole Sita away,
what fate ordained, her heart did sway.
"Sita, Sita," they cried, burning in woe,
through forests they wandered, the Raghus did go.