saanjh dhali, din dubyo
chakvi dini roye
chal chakva us desh me
jaha rain kabhi na hoye re
padharo mhare desh
naash bawander kar gayo
aankhya bhar gayo ret
rone se kuch na bane
chet sake to chet re
padharo mhare desh
aansuo se na dhule
chunar laaga daag
chhed ladayi nyay ki
ae chhed ladayi nyay ki
nind chhod uth jaag re
aao mhare desh
ae padharo mhare desh ji
kesariya baalm aao sa
padharo ha padharo mhare desh

Evening descends, the day is done,
The chakvi weeps, her sorrow spun.
"Go, Chakwa, to that land," the heart sighs,
"Where endless night forever lies."
Come, to my country, come.

Destruction's tempest, a ruin's embrace,
Sand fills the eyes, a desolate space.
Weeping offers no solace or grace,
Awake, if you can, find your place.
Come, to my country, come.

Tears cannot wash the stain away,
Upon the cloak, where shadows play.
Fight for justice, come what may,
Oh, awaken, rise, and greet the day.
Come, to my country, come.

Beloved, saffron-robed, you arrive,
Come, oh come, and let us thrive.
Come, yes, come, and keep alive,
Come, to my country, come.