jab tak pure naa ho phere saat
tab tak dulhan nahi dulha ki
re tab tak babuni nahi babuva ki
naa, jab tak pure naa ho phere saat

jaise jaise bhanvar pade, man apno ko chhod e
ek ek bhaanvar nata anjaano se jode
man ghar apno ko chhod e, anjano se nata jode
sukh ki badri aansu ki barsaat
jab tak pure naa ho phere saat
tab tak dulhan nahi dulha ki
re tab tak babuni nahi babuva ki, naa

Until the seventh round is done,
She’s not yet his bride, not yet one,
Nor is she truly his own, my daughter,
Until the seventh round is spun.

As each vow takes its turn, the heart,
Lets go of kin, a brand new start,
Each round weaves a bond unknown,
Leaving behind the childhood home.
The heart now seeks, a different shore,
Where joy is mixed with tears that pour.
Like clouds that gather, sun to hide,
Until the seventh round, inside.
She’s not yet his bride, not yet one,
Nor is she truly his own, my daughter,
No.