Dheere chal, ham haaree, e raghubar.
Ek ta chhutelaa mor naak ke nathiyavaa;
Dosar chhutele mahtaaree e raghuvar.
Dheere chal, ham haaree, e raghubar.
Ek ta chhutelaa mor gare ke hasulia;
Dosar chhutelaa jheen saaree e raghubar.
Dheere chal, ham haaree, e raghubar.
Ek ta chhutelaa nagar ajodhyaa;
Dosar chhutelaa mahtaaree e raghuvar.
Dheere chal, ham haaree, e raghubar.
Ek ta chhutelaa mor god ke god-haraa'
Dosar chhutelaa jheen saaree e raghuvar.
Transliteration:
Walk slow, Oh Rama, I'm tired.For one thing, I have left behind my nose ring
And for another, Mother Kausalya.
Walk slow, Oh Rama, I'm tired.
For one thing, I have left behind the hasuli of my neck
And for another, my thin sari.
Walk slow, Oh Rama, I'm tired.
For one thing, I have left behind the city of Ayodhya
And for another, Mother Kausalya.
Walk slow, Oh Rama, I'm tired.
For one thing, I have left behind my anklet
And for another, my fine sari..........