chalo re doli uthaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai
pi ki nagri le jaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai
chalo re doli uthaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai
pi ki nagri le jaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai

jin naino ki tu hai jyoti
un naino se barse moti
daavaa nahi hai koi zor nahi hai
beti sadaa hi paraai hoti
jaldi naihar se le jaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai

chalo re doli uthaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai
pi ki nagri le jaao kahaar
piyaa milan ki rut aai

Lift the palanquin, oh bearers, now,
The season of union has arrived.
To the city of my Beloved, now,
The season of union has arrived.
Lift the palanquin, oh bearers, now,
The season of union has arrived.
To the city of my Beloved, now,
The season of union has arrived.

In the eyes, where you are the light,
From those eyes, pearls will take flight.
No claim, no force holds sway,
A daughter, forever a guest, day and night.
From the father's house, swiftly now, bearers,
The season of union has arrived.

Lift the palanquin, oh bearers, now,
The season of union has arrived.
To the city of my Beloved, now,
The season of union has arrived.