bhagan ke
bhagan ke rekhan ki bahangiya
bahangi lachkat jaaye, bahangi lachkat jaaye
bhagan ke rekhan ki bahangiya
bahangi lachkat jaaye, bahangi lachkat jaaye
bhejo re kaahe baba hamka pihar se
bitiya se banni banke kaha pahuchaye
saha bhi naa jaaye o ka kare haye
kaha khatir chale re kahriya
bahangi kaha pahuchaye, bahangi kaha pahuchaye

bachpan se pale aisan bitiya
kaahe bahiyan ki phul naa jhulaye
khusiyanke ras man me kahe re
baba tumne paratiya liyo bulvaye
kaahe doli banvaye amma madva chhavaye
chale silvayan haldika pis pis jaaye
bhagan ke rekhan ki bahangiya
bahangi lachkat jaaye, bahangi lachkat jaaye

suraj sa chamkega mor mukut pehnega
raja banke chalega banna hamara re
jija ko naa puchhega are phupha ko naa layega
mama ko lutega, chacha khisiyaayega
behano ko thumka lagata layega
kala pila tedha medha banna barati aisa laya re
ka kari haye kaha chali jaye
banno saram se mar mar jaye
banno saram se mar mar jaye
bhagan ke rekhan ki bahangiya
bahangi lachkat jaaye, bahangi lachkat jaaye

sunvas piyar bitiya sunal
tore nikharat hi nikhar naa jaye
bitiya ke baba se naa puchha re
madava ke kaisan hola bihan
chale chalenge kahaar mayya asuvan ki dhaar
banni ro roke hui jaaye hai taar taar
bhagan ke rekhan ki bahangiya
bahangi lachkat jaaye, bahangi lachkat jaaye

Of fate's decree, a palanquin of lines,
It sways and it bends, this burden of signs.
Of fate's decree, a palanquin of lines,
It sways and it bends, this burden of signs.
Why send me hence, oh father, from my home?
From daughter to bride, where must I roam?
Unbearable now, what shall I become?
For what harsh end, this journey, this doom?
To where they'll carry, this palanquin's tomb?

A daughter raised from childhood's gentle start,
Why not let her bloom, a flower of the heart?
Why in her mind, such joy did you impart?
Why did you call forth, a stranger's dart?
Why this palanquin, a marriage altar's art?
To grind the turmeric, where do we depart?
Of fate's decree, a palanquin of lines,
It sways and it bends, this burden of signs.

A sun-king's splendor, upon his brow he'll wear,
Our groom will walk, as a king, beyond compare.
He'll not ask the brother-in-law, or uncle there,
He'll plunder the uncle, to his despair.
He'll bring the sisters, with dance in the air,
A crooked groom, and wedding guests to bear.
What to do, where will I go?
The bride will die, from shame's painful flow.
The bride will die, from shame's painful flow.
Of fate's decree, a palanquin of lines,
It sways and it bends, this burden of signs.

Listen, fair daughter, listen and know,
Your radiance, it starts to softly grow.
From father's will, no question to bestow,
The wedding's morning, what will it show?
The palanquin bearers, the mother's tears will flow,
The bride will cry, and be torn to and fro.
Of fate's decree, a palanquin of lines,
It sways and it bends, this burden of signs.