jis rut me chudiya khanakti hai
ho jis rut me chudiya khanakti hai
wo rut aa gayi mastani
wo rut aa gayi mastani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani

ho jis rut me chudiya khanakti hai
wo rut aa gayi mastani
wo rut aa gayi mastani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani
ho jis rut me chudiya khanakti hai

wo bachpan ke khel khilaune, wo gudiya ki sadi
wo bachpan ke khel khilaune, wo gudiya ki sadi
yad aayegi bholepan ki bate sidhi sadi
ho bate sidhi sadi
bhul ke sakhiyo ki nadani, tu ban jaye sayani
bhul ke sakhiyo ki nadani, tu ban jaye sayani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge banake rani
banno kaa aanchal divana pagal
barasega piya par ye bankar badal
banno ke kangan karte hai khankhan
ye rukti sanse haye badhti dhadkan

gati hai babul ki galiya, kehte hai chaubare
gati hai babul ki galiya, kehte hai chaubare
tere daman me bhar jaye ambar ke sab tare
ha ha ha ambar ke sab tare
tere din ho rang hasin ke, raate ho nurani
tere din ho rang hasin ke, raate ho nurani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge banake ranee
ho jis rut me chudiya khanakti hai
wo rut aa gayi mastani
wo rut aa gayi mastani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani
dulhe raja aayenge le jayenge bana ke rani

In the season where bangles chime,
That intoxicating season has arrived, sublime.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.

In the season where bangles chime,
That intoxicating season has arrived, sublime.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.
In the season where bangles chime...

Those childhood games, the toys of yore,
The doll's saree, we'll see no more.
Remember the innocence, the simple speech,
Of those days now out of reach.
Forsaking the friends' playful ways,
You will now embrace wiser days.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.
The bride's veil, a lover's madness,
Will shower love like clouds of gladness.
The bride's bangles, they clink and ring,
As breathless breaths and heartbeats swing.

The father's home sings, the courtyards say,
The balconies whisper the wedding day.
Your embrace will gather stars from the sky,
As your days are filled with vibrant dye,
And your nights become luminous and bright.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.

In the season where bangles chime,
That intoxicating season has arrived, sublime.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.
The groom, a king, will come to claim,
And make you a queen, in love's sweet game.