chanda se pyaaree dulhaniya,
taaro se tujhako saja doo,
par ye samajh mein na aaye.
dil ko tere kya dua doo,


chanda se pyaaree dulhaniya,
taaro se tujhako saja doo,
par ye samajh mein na aaye.
dil ko tere kya dua doo.
aanchal mein bhar ke bahaare,
sapano kee dolee bitha doo.
paree samajh mein na aaye.
dil ko tere kya dua doo.
joda saja suhaag ka,
ban ke dulhan savar gayee,
joda saja suhaag ka,
ban ke dulhan savar gayee.
tujhako suhaagan bana ke
taqadeer ye kya upakaar kar gayee
haay,sooraj kee bindiya laga ke,
kiranon kee chunaree uda doo.
par ye samajh mein na aaye,
dil ko tere kya dua doo.


aisee na dolee uthee kabhee,
aaee na aisee baaraate re,
aisee na dolee uthee kabhee,
aaee na aisee baaraate re.
kya geet shehanaee gaaye.
sun ke hogayee paagal raat re,
haay, saato janam kee duae.
kadamo pe tere bichha doo,
par ye samajh mein na aaye,
dil ko tere kya dua doo.


baabul kee ankhiya bharee bharee,
maeeya to roye phoot ke.
baabul kee ankhiya bharee bharee,
maeeya to roye phoot ke.
ye konasa paradeshiya aaya.
le jae tujhako jo hamase loot ke
haay,naajo se palee bahaniya,
tere lie jaan luta doo.
par ye samajh mein na aaye,
dil ko tere kya dua doo.
chanda se pyaaree dulhaniya,
taaro se tujhako saja doo,
par ye samajh mein na aaye.
dil ko tere kya dua doo,

A bride more fair than the moon, with stars I'd adorn,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your heart, forlorn?
A bride more fair than the moon, with stars I'd adorn,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your heart, forlorn?
With spring's embrace in your veil, on dreams I will place,
Like a fairy, a riddle, what prayer I embrace?

Adorned in the hues of nuptials, a bride, you now gleam,
Adorned in the hues of nuptials, a bride, you now gleam,
To make you a wife, how fate did dream,
With the sun as your bindi, a cloak of light, I'd bring,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your heart to sing?

Such a palanquin never rose, nor such a procession did convene,
Such a palanquin never rose, nor such a procession did convene,
What song does the shehnai sing? The night has gone mad, it would seem,
For seven lives of blessings, at your feet I will lay,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your heart's display?

Your father's eyes, brimming with tears, your mother's wail,
Your father's eyes, brimming with tears, your mother's wail,
Who is this stranger, to steal you, and our love to assail?
My sister, raised with such care, for you, my life I'd spend,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your journey to transcend?
A bride more fair than the moon, with stars I'd adorn,
Yet, what blessing to whisper, for your heart, forlorn?