ghodi pe ho ke savar chala hai dulha yaar
kamariya me bandhe talvar
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla
ghodi pe ho ke savar chala hai dulha yaar
kamariya me bandhe talvar
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla

kal tak bechara ham sa kanvara phirta tha gali-gali mara-mara
kal tak bechara ham sa kanvara phirta tha gali-gali mara-mara
dekhi ek chhokri phulo ki tokri
bola dil thaam ke mai hara hara
bola dil thaam ke mai hara hara
yaar ko mubarak ho mohabbat ki baaji
yaar ko mubarak ho mohabbat ki baaji
miya biwi raaji to kya karega kaaji
sada phule-phale dono kaa pyar
ghodi pe ho ke savar chala hai dulha yaar
kamariya me bandhe talvar
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla

dulhan ki dhun hai kaisa magan hai
hoga milan dekho abhi-abhi
dulhan ki dhun hai kaisa magan hai
hoga milan dekho abhi-abhi
shaadi ki masti lagti hai sasti
padti hai mehangi bhi kabhi-kabhi
han-han padti hai mehangi bhi kabhi-kabhi
ye baat mat bhulna pyar ki bahare
ye baat mat bhulna pyar ki bahare
nanhe-munno ki laga dengi katare
tab utarega ja ke khumaar
ghodi pe ho ke savar chala hai dulha yaar
kamariya me bandhe talvar
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla
ghodi pe ho ke savar chala hai dulha yaar
kamariya me bandhe talvar
akadta hai chhaila mili hai aisi laila
ke jodi hai nahle pe dahla

Upon a mare, he rides, the groom, my friend,
A sword he wears, the waist it does attend.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.
Upon a mare, he rides, the groom, my friend,
A sword he wears, the waist it does attend.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.

Till yesterday, like us, a bachelor forlorn,
He wandered streets, by fate so harshly torn.
Till yesterday, like us, a bachelor forlorn,
He wandered streets, by fate so harshly torn.
He saw a maid, a basket filled with bloom,
And held his heart, defeated by the room.
And held his heart, defeated by the room.
My friend, congratulations on love's sweet game,
My friend, congratulations on love's sweet game,
When both are pleased, what need of judge or name?
May your love ever flourish, never fade,
Upon a mare, he rides, the groom, my friend,
A sword he wears, the waist it does attend.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.

The bride's the tune, how blissful he appears,
The union near, dispelling all our fears.
The bride's the tune, how blissful he appears,
The union near, dispelling all our fears.
The wedding's joy, it seems a simple cost,
But sometimes dear, at what a price is lost.
Yes, sometimes dear, at what a price is lost.
Do not forget, love's bright and blooming days,
Do not forget, love's bright and blooming days,
Will bring forth children, in a long array always,
Then the intoxication will recede,
Upon a mare, he rides, the groom, my friend,
A sword he wears, the waist it does attend.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.
Upon a mare, he rides, the groom, my friend,
A sword he wears, the waist it does attend.
He struts, the boy, for his beloved found,
A match of nine and ten, on hallowed ground.