aao ri pyari bahana jhilmil gao re
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
aao ri pyari bahana jhilmil gao re
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri

ek maas bita dusra maas bita
ye tisra mahina ye tisra mahina
kacha paka war man ko na bhawe thal
dekho bhukh lage na dekho bhukh lage na
hare hare amva ki chatni pisao ji
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri

lag gaya satva mahina dekho
jhuka katin ho gaya jhuka katin ho gaya
kaise baharegi angnava ke achra khiskane laga
achra khiskane laga phulo ki sejh pe kinko sulao re
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri

tulsi ki pujha kare suraj devta ki
kare vinati siya kare vinati siya
cham cham angana suhagino ne
bahu ko aashish de diya
nove mahine me to munna khilao re
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
aao ri pyari bahana jhilmil gao re
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri
bahu rani sita ji ki godh barao ri

Come, dear sisters, sing with shimmering light,
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Come, dear sisters, sing with shimmering light,
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.

One month passed, then another's flight,
Now the third month, bathed in light.
Unripe or ripe, the heart finds no delight,
See, hunger pains, a weary plight.
Grind the mango's green, a tangy bite,
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.

The seventh month now, its shadow falls,
The weaver's loom, the body calls.
How will the courtyard fill, as life enthralls?
The sari slips, the spirit stalls.
On beds of flowers, whose head now calls?
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.

We pray to Tulsi, to the sun's warm rays,
We offer prayers, in countless ways.
The women glow, in sunlit haze,
They bless the bride, in joyous praise.
In the ninth month, a son displays.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Come, dear sisters, sing with shimmering light,
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.
Fill Sita's womb, a blessing bright.