mataai mero kab bajega matula
mataai mero kab bajega matula
moko la de, are dulha raja
moko la de dulha raja
langda ho ya lula
mataai mero kab bajega matula
mataai mero kab bajega matula

beete solhe saal ko meri
tene baat chaali na
beete solhe saal ko meri
tene baat chaali na
byaah to koso dur abhi tak
meri bhyi sagaai na
kab tak aakhir, babul ke ghar
kab tak aakhir, babul ke ghar
baitho funku chulha, matai mera

par ke saal bajau champa ko
ab ke saal chameli ko
par ke saal bajau champa ko
ab ke saal chameli ko
bin baaje main roi reh gayo
baj gayo har ek saheli ko
ja ko baj gayo, va ko baj gayo
ja ko baj gayo, va ko baj gayo
mera angna suna
mataai mero kab bajega matula
mataai mero kab bajega matula

jo maangi wahi cheez mataai
tene mohe diwaai hai
jo maangi wahi cheez mataai
tene mohe diwaai hai
chadhti umar ki meri jarurat
ab kaahe bisraai hai
tero dulha, meri nani laai
tero dulha nani laai
mero dulha tu la
mataai mero kab bajega matula
mataai mero kab bajega matula

moko la de, are dulha raja
moko la de dulha raja
langda ho ya lula
mataai mero kab bajega matula
mataai mero kab bajega matula

My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
Bring me, oh King of grooms,
Bring me a groom,
Lame or a fool, I care not.
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?

Sixteen years have flown, my Mother,
And you haven't spoken of it.
Sixteen years have flown, my Mother,
And you haven't spoken of it.
Marriage is distant still,
And I'm not even betrothed.
How long must I, in Father's house,
How long must I, in Father's house,
Sit and tend the hearth, my Mother?

Last year it was Champa's wedding,
This year it's Chameli's turn.
Last year it was Champa's wedding,
This year it's Chameli's turn.
Without a chime, I weep still,
Each friend's bell now rings.
Their bells have rung, yes, theirs have rung,
Their bells have rung, yes, theirs have rung,
My courtyard remains empty.
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?

Whatever I asked, Mother,
You granted it to me.
Whatever I asked, Mother,
You granted it to me.
But this need of my growing years,
Why do you forget it now?
Your groom, your grandmother brought,
Your groom, your grandmother brought,
Bring me mine, you must!
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?

Bring me, oh King of grooms,
Bring me a groom,
Lame or a fool, I care not.
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?
My wedding, when will it chime, Mother?