int se maro, ya pathar se
hum na jhukenge, duniya ke dar se
duniya ki aisi ki taisi
duniya ki aisi ki taisi
jogiya kar liya pyar ka fainsla
int se maro, ya pathar se
hum na jhukenge, duniya ke dar se
duniya ki aisi ki taisi
duniya ki aisi ki taisi
are duniya ki aisi ki taisi

chup rah tabure, mat karna, mat karna
beti aisi galti mat karna
goro ki na kalo ki
beti hai ghar walo ki
goro ki na kalo ki
beti hai ghar walo ki
biwi bhala kaise bane
to aise kangalo ki
o goro ki na kalo ki
beti hai ghar walo ki

hay mile re, mile re dulha dulhan mile re
mile re, mile re dulha dulhan mile re
mila mila, mila dulhan se dulha
jala, jala jala dulhe ka chulha
hoga hoga sasura tera munh kala
leke doli jayega ye dilwala
hay mile re, mile re dulha dulhan mile re
mile re, mile re dulha dulhan mile re

sun beti sun zaraa sun, sun
sun tere daidi ki dhun, dhun
maine jise chun liya hai, hay
tu bhi usi dulhe ko chun
sun beti sun zaraa sun, sun
sun tere daidi ki dhun, dhun
maine jise chun liya hai, hay
tu bhi usi dulhe ko chun

ki sar sehra bandh, main to nachunga
ki sar sehra bandh, main to nachunga
aur tu nachegi chunri me
ki sar sehra bandh, main to nachunga
tu doli baith ke jayegi
apne sajan ki nagri, nagri, nagri me
nahi nahi, kabhi nahi
ye kya ho raha hai
are ek hath maru to ghunghta hat jaye
duja hath maru to gori pat jaye
ek hath maru to ghunghta hat jaye
duja hath maru to gori pat jaye
dono hath maru to doli uth jaye
doli uth jaye
dono hath maru to doli uth jaye
doli uth jaye

Stone or brick, let them hurl,
Before the world, our spirits unfurl.
To hell with their world, their petty game,
To hell with it all, the burning flame.
A yogi's heart, love's decree,
Stone or brick, eternally.
Before the world, our souls take flight,
To hell with their world, and their spite.
To hell with it all, in endless night.
To hell with it all, with all our might.

Silence the drum, restrain the beat,
My daughter, avoid this bitter deceit.
Not for the fair, nor the dark of skin,
A daughter belongs to kin.
Not for the fair, nor the darkness deep,
A daughter, to her family, does she keep.
How can a wife arise,
From such impoverished lies?
Oh, not for the fair, nor those of the night,
A daughter belongs to her family's light.

They meet, they meet, bride and groom,
They meet, their shadows loom.
He meets, he meets, the groom and bride,
His hearth ablaze, nowhere to hide.
May your father-in-law's face be stained,
As the heart-thief takes her, unchained.
They meet, they meet, bride and groom,
They meet, dispelling gloom.

Listen, daughter, heed my call,
Listen to your father's thrall.
The one I've chosen, my dearest one,
Choose him, my child, before the setting sun.
Listen, daughter, heed my plea,
Listen to your father's decree.
The one I have chosen, for you alone,
Choose him, my child, and make him your own.

With a garland of flowers, I'll dance with glee,
With a garland of flowers, wild and free.
And you will dance in your veil so bright,
With a garland of flowers, bathed in light.
You will ride in a palanquin, a maiden's way,
To your lover's city, where you'll stay.
No, no, never will I agree!
What is happening, this cruelty?
If I strike with one hand, the veil takes flight,
If I strike with the other, the fair one is bright.
If I strike with both hands, the palanquin will lift,
The palanquin will lift, a final gift.
If I strike with both hands, the palanquin will lift,
The palanquin will lift, a final gift.