daali se nata tod ke
apna ras rang nichod ke
sooni hatheli pe khil jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
daali se nata tod ke
apna ras rang nichhod ke
sooni hatheli pe khil jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi

halki gulabi mehndi rachi to
dulha milega hasina
gahri rachi to aayega aisa
hoga jo man ka rangila
babul ka angan chhod ke
janmo ka bandhan jod ke
beti paraye ghar jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi

mehndi rache teri khushiya badh jaye
tujhe meri umar lag jaye
mehndi rache teri khushiya badh jaye
tujhe meri umar lag jaye
har pal buri nazro se bachaye
bhag suhag badhaye
hai ye nishani suhag ki
lali isme anuraag ki
chahe pathar pe pish jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi

mehndi ye boli aa meri bahna
teri hatheli saja du
aankho me sapne bhar du milan ke
sajan ki pyari bana du
sapno ka raja aayega
dulhan ko sang le jayega
sajni sajan se mil jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
daali se nata tod ke
apna ras rang nichhod ke
sooni hatheli pe khil jayegi
mehndi to mehndi hai rang layegi
mehndi to

Severed from the bough,
Its essence wrung, its hue poured down,
On barren palms, a bloom will rise,
For henna, henna, paints the skies.
Henna, henna, paints the skies.
Severed from the bough,
Its essence wrung, its hue poured down,
On barren palms, a bloom will rise,
For henna, henna, paints the skies.
Henna, henna, paints the skies.

When blush of rose the henna weaves,
A handsome groom, the heart believes,
Deep crimson blooms, a love so true,
A painted soul, desires imbue.
From father's home, the daughter strides,
Breaking ties, where life resides,
To a new home, she will take flight,
For henna, henna, paints the light.
Henna, henna, paints the light.

May henna bloom, your joy increase,
My life, I give, to grant you peace.
May henna bloom, your joy increase,
My life, I give, to grant you peace.
From every gaze, that casts a blight,
May fortune grow, with all its might.
A mark of love, a sacred sign,
In crimson depths, true love entwined,
Though crushed on stone, its grace will be,
For henna, henna, sets you free.
Henna, henna, sets you free.

"Come, sister mine," the henna sings,
"Your open hand, my art I bring,
Within your eyes, I'll plant a dream,
A vision of love's radiant gleam,
A king of dreams will come for you,
And bride and groom, their vows renew.
The maiden with her love will meet,
For henna, henna, makes life sweet.
Henna, henna, makes life sweet.
Severed from the bough,
Its essence wrung, its hue poured down,
On barren palms, a bloom will rise,
For henna, henna, paints the skies.
Henna...