hulla re oye hoye hulla re oye hoye
dulhan to matching dulha re hulla re
hai saadi akha de tare hulla re
nagade sang shehnai‎ shehnai‎ pi pi baje re
mohalle saj gaye ne saj gaye ne
saj gaye ne chobare hulla re hulla re

hye phunk tandur te chulha re hulla re
dulhan to matching dulha re hulla re
ik chhori katari munda tez shikari
rasme to tod ke hungama kar de
kundli ki laqiron pe mohabbat bhari
jumle jod jaad ke afsana padh de

ho aayi saj ke dhaj ke toliya te naache raj ke raj dholiya
sang sang shehnai‎ shehnai‎ pi pi baje re
mohalle saj gaye ne saj gaye ne saj gaye ne chaubare
hulla re oye hoye hulla re umange jhule jhula re hulla re
dulhan to hulla re ab dhol khabe saje sab khol ke darwaje
subah ke hatho mehndi lag gayi banno dulari dakhni
banne ke tevar makhni
udte neno ki dono ko patangbazi mehngi pad gayi

ho aayi saj ke dhaj ke toliya te nache raj ke raj dholiya
te sang sang shehnai‎ shehnai‎ pi pi baje re
mohalle saj gaye ne saj gaye ne saj gaye ne chaubare
hulla re hulla re dulhan to matching dulha re hulla re
ho sadi akha de tare hulla re hulla re oye oye
hulla re oye oye hulla re

A joyous cry, a rising tide,
A groom to match, the bride's own guide.
Stars ignite within our eyes,
As wedding drums begin to rise.
The shehnai's song, a sweet cascade,
The neighborhood, a festive glade.
The balconies, they all embrace,
The joy that fills this sacred space.
A joyous cry, a rising tide.

The hearth ablaze, a fiery heart,
A groom to match, a brand new start.
A maiden sharp, a hunter bold,
They break the rules, a story told.
On lines of love, their tales entwined,
Their whispered secrets, you will find.
With words they weave, a vibrant art,
A love story to tear apart.

The wedding party, dressed with grace,
The drummers dance, in time and space.
The shehnai's song, a sweet cascade,
The neighborhood, a festive glade.
The balconies, they all embrace,
The joy that fills this sacred space.
A joyous cry, a rising tide.

Emotions soar, on wings they fly,
A groom, the bride, beneath the sky.
Now doors are flung, both left and right,
As henna paints the morning light.
The cherished bride, a blessed sight,
The groom's soft gaze, a tender light.
Their soaring eyes, a playful chase,
Their love's adventure, time and space.

The wedding party, dressed with grace,
The drummers dance, in time and space.
The shehnai's song, a sweet cascade,
The neighborhood, a festive glade.
The balconies, they all embrace,
The joy that fills this sacred space.
A joyous cry, a rising tide.

A groom to match, the bride's own pride,
Stars ignite within, deep inside.
A joyous cry, a rising tide.