jayegi pee ke nagar saj ke gori
payegi chanda ko apne chakori
hatho me mehandi lali racha ke
hatho me mehandi lali racha ke
naino ke dalegi kajal ki dori
jayegi pee ke nagar saj ke gori
payegi chanda ko apne chakori

aayenge jab dhum se dulhe raja
hum bhi bajayenge swagat me baja
lekin unhone jo ki bat tedhi
hum dulhe raja se kah denge ja ja
na jane kaisi suratiya hai tori
jayegi pee ke nagar saj ke gori
payegi chanda ko apne chakori

chhod ke babul ki galiya ye galiya
chhod ke angana ki ye phul kaliya
chhod ke bachpan ki ye sari sakhiya
gori milayegi sajan se ankhiya
aayegi na yaad bhi usko mori
jayegi pee ke nagar saj ke gori
payegi chanda ko apne chakori

She, the fair, adorns for her husband's home,
Like a chakor finding the moon's soft dome.
With henna's blush on her waiting hand,
With kohl's dark thread, her eyes expand.
She, the fair, adorns for her husband's home,
Like a chakor finding the moon's soft dome.

When the groom arrives, in joyous array,
We'll greet him with music, come what may.
But if his words are twisted and untrue,
We'll bid the groom a firm adieu.
Who knows what form your soul holds, so wry?
She, the fair, adorns for her husband's home,
Like a chakor finding the moon's soft dome.

Leaving her father's familiar street,
Leaving the blooms at her childhood's feet,
Leaving behind all the friends she knew,
The fair one's eyes meet her lover's view.
She'll not recall what was once before,
She, the fair, adorns for her husband's home,
Like a chakor finding the moon's soft dome.