ghadi milan ki aayi aayi tu chhuti lekar aaja
pyar ki been baje na akele tu zara sath nibha ja
pyar ki been baje na akele tu zara sath nibha ja
ajab mushibat aayi aayi yaha to sun mere raja
ek sath kai sur bajte hai band ho kaise bata ja
ek sath kai sur bajte hai band ho kaise bata ja
ghadi milan ki aayi

aaja re juju aaja munne ko sula ja
lal palang par moti hira tino baba so ja
aaja re juju aaja
jab byah kiya to darna kya jani bolo
mai to nahi bolu nahi bolungi
ho sang nahi dolu nahi dolungi
ho mat dol upar wala dekhta hai
toda jisne dil ka shivala dekhta hai
dekhe ye durga mayi mayi hua badan mera khasa
isi fikar me ki ye trimurti phir na bajane lage baja
isi fikar me ki ye trimurti phir na bajane lage baja
ghadi milan ki aayi

chali aa re tu sabko nind ki goli deke
dil ke tukde ko goli dega re
arey aisa nahi hoga nahi hoga re
na ho to mai bechara kya karunga
tere pyar ke aansu pike so rahunga
aayi balam ji aayi sona abhi na mere raja
rahungi tere bin kaise akeli tu meri duniya basa ja
rahungi tere bin kaise akeli tu meri duniya basa ja
ghadi milan ki aayi aayi tu chhuti lekar aaja
pyar ki been baje na akele tu zara sath nibha ja
pyar ki been baje na akele tu zara sath nibha ja
ghadi milan ki aayi aayi

The hour of union nears, come, take leave and return,
The love-flute calls, its melody, a solitary burn.
The love-flute calls, its melody, a solitary burn.
A strange calamity descends, my king, now hear,
So many notes, a chorus, how can I make them disappear?
So many notes, a chorus, how can I make them disappear?
The hour of union nears.

Come Juju, come, lull the little one to sleep,
On red kites, pearls and gems, let the three fathers keep.
Come Juju, come.
When the vows were made, why fear, my love, now tell?
I will not speak, I'll not,
With you I'll not sway, I'll not,
Do not sway, the One above is watching,
Who breaks the heart's temple, He sees the matching.
Durga Ma sees, my body aches with dread,
In this worry, that the trinity might again the rhythm spread.
In this worry, that the trinity might again the rhythm spread.
The hour of union nears.

Come, oh come, give sleep's embrace to all,
Will you give my heart's fragment, a sleeping call?
Oh no, it will not, it will not be,
If not, what will this poor soul do?
Drinking your love's tears, I will sleep anew.
My love arrives, gold, not yet, my king,
Without you, how shall I live alone, build my world, bring?
Without you, how shall I live alone, build my world, bring?
The hour of union nears, come, take leave and return,
The love-flute calls, its melody, a solitary burn.
The love-flute calls, its melody, a solitary burn.
The hour of union nears.