apne rath ko rok le
he suraj bhagwaan
teri pehli kiran me
mere pati ke praan
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
tumhe saugandh hai mere suhaaj ki
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo

duniya ke waaste hoga sawera
mere liye hoga andhera
hote hi bhor ud jaayega panchhi
ujdega mera basera
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo

purab ki laali jo dikhti hai dur
bikhra hua hai meri maang ka sindur
purab ki laali jo dikhti hai dur
bikhra hua hai meri maang ka sindur
anhoni na hoye, suhagan na roye
bas itni si meri pukaar re
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo

jiwan maut ka sawaal tere saamne
ek sati aai rath tera thaame
teen triloki me tu jo mahaan hai
apne satipan pe mujhko gumaan hai
mujhko bhi maan hai
aankho ka jal teri jyoti dubayega
aaho ka badal tujhko chhupayega, tujhko chhupayega
chhup ja din ke devta
chhup ja din ke devta

chhup ja din ke devta
ha devta, ha devta
tumhe saugandh hai mere suhaag ki
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo
suraj devta aaj ke din mat ugiyo

Halt your chariot,
O Sun, celestial King.
Within your first light,
My husband's life takes wing.
Sun God, on this day, rise not, I plead.
Sun God, on this day, plant no seed.
By the vows of my wedded grace, I entreat,
Sun God, on this day, let your rising cease.

For the world, dawn will break anew,
But for me, darkness will accrue.
With the morning's gleam, the birds will depart,
And my home, desolate, will tear apart.
Sun God, on this day, rise not, I plead.
Sun God, on this day, plant no seed.

The dawn's blush paints the distant sky,
As the vermilion of my parting sighs.
The dawn's blush paints the distant sky,
As the vermilion of my parting sighs.
Let the unthinkable never appear,
Let no married woman shed a tear.
This is my prayer, and my only plea,
Sun God, on this day, let your rising cease.
Sun God, on this day, plant no seed.

Life and death, a question you now face,
A devoted wife now halts your pace.
You, the great one, in three realms of lore,
I find pride in my chaste core.
I, too, have honor, and truth to hold.
My tears, a flood, your light will enfold.
My sighs, a cloud, will hide your face,
Hide your face.
Hide yourself, O God of day,
Hide yourself, O God of day.

Hide yourself, O God of day,
Yes, God, yes, God.
By the vows of my wedded grace, I entreat,
Sun God, on this day, let your rising cease.
Sun God, on this day, plant no seed.
Sun God, on this day, let your rising cease.