beti dhan begana hai kahe log
paal pos ki kiwe parayi aankha
phir naal ye sajna da male hoya
ye milap aankha ki zudaai aankha

yugon yugon se rit bni hai
duniya jise nibhaye
doli cadhe to bati hai
utre to bahu ban jaye
koi jamda hai koi le janda
koi jamda hai koi le janda
logo ne rit bna di hai
teri doli salamat ho laado
teri doli salamat ho laado
babul ne tujhe duaa di hai
babul ne tujhe duaa di hai

They whisper, "A daughter is wealth, yet a stranger's gain,"
Nurtured with love, destined for other's eyes, a fleeting reign.
Then, with her beloved, a union is made,
A meeting of eyes, a parting of shade.

For ages, this custom has been,
A world's decree, seen and keen.
Upon the palanquin, a daughter ascends,
Descending, a wife, her journey extends.
Some are born, others depart,
Some are born, forever to part.
Humans have crafted this ancient art,
May your palanquin be safe, my darling's heart,
May your palanquin be safe, my darling's heart,
Your father's blessings, a sacred start,
Your father's blessings, forever to impart.