padharo marrh desh kesariya balam awo ni
padharo mara desh kesariya
balam awao ni padaharo mare desh
kesariya awaoni padharo mareh desh
kesariya awaoni padharo mare desh ni
kesariya balam

kaayi dhane pyarooooo pardesh ji
kesariya aa balam ni padharo balam desh
kajara lage kir kara aur surma saha na jaaye
aa kajar lage kir kara aur surma saha na jaye
oo jinhone na me piya base to duje kaun samaye ji
padharo mare desh

kesariya balam padharo mare desh
kesar se pag dhongi ke ghara padhar peer
aur bhadhai me kya doon me tha par waro ji
kesariya balam padharo mareh desh
awao ni padharo ni re padharo ni
kesariya balam phdharo mareh desh
padharo mareh desh

Golden sun, my love, come, tread the soil,
Come to my land, saffron-hued and warm.
My love, come, to my land, unfurl the coil,
Of longing, where your essence must transform.
Golden sun, my love, come, to my shore.

My love, this land, it holds a precious art,
Where kohl stings deep, and kohl cannot be borne,
If you don't drink within my very heart,
Who else can know my soul, so fiercely torn?
Come, to my land, where true loves start.

Golden sun, my love, come to my space,
The saffron footsteps bless my humble home,
For blessings, what else can I embrace?
I give my all, you are my spirit's dome.
Golden sun, come to my land, my grace.
Come, come, come.
Golden sun, come to my land's embrace.
Come to my land, my soul's sweet place.