sargi da vela oh jumme di saver si
ohde uthne ch hale thodi der si
kachi nind rehi ammi ne jaga liya
uthe taun haank mar hetha si bula leya
kole pole nange pairi utri si paudiya
ammi diya galla onnu lagiyan si kodiya
rusde hi onnu baapu ne mana leya
vadde veere ne vi gale naal la leya
uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana
uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana

sang de sangode si chachi kolo puchhiya
laike bukal onne phir dasiya
dhuro dhuradyo kise ne hai auna
sakhiya ne vi aaj chah hai launa
pariya de vangra tainu hai sajona
dadi ne tere hai kala teeka laula
yaad aauniya ne oh galla bitiya
vede vich kheddi hundi si rode gitiya
uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana
uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana

uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana
uthan wale aaye lain nu
tu byah de chhoti bahan nu
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana haan haan
o ammi mai nahiyo jaana

Dawn's tender blush, a Friday's gentle grace,
Her awakening, a slumber still embraced.
Raw sleep's hold, her mother's voice, a call,
Awake she rose, to where shadows fall.
Bare feet descended, on stairs of stone,
Her mother's words, like bitter seeds were sown.
Her father's comfort, a hand to ease her plight,
Her elder brother's embrace, held her tight.

The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.
The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.

Her aunt's embrace, the whispered plea,
Clutched close, the secrets she'd see.
From distant lands, who comes this day?
Her friends desire a joyous play.
Like angels they'll adorn your frame,
Grandmother's touch, a ward from flame.
Memories bloom, of moments flown,
Playing in the courtyard, with pebbles known.
The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.
The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.

The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.
The camel riders, they come to claim,
Marry your sister, whisper their name.
Oh, Mother, I cannot go, no, no,
Oh, Mother, I cannot go.