mayi ri mai giridhar ke ghar jaoon
pehrawe ko hi pehru jo dekho hi khaoon
pehrawe ko hi pehru jo dekho hi khaoon
jis betha hai tis hi bethaoon
jis betha hai tis hi bethaoon
beke to bik jaoon
meri unki prit purani
un bin pal na bitaoon
meri unki prit purani
un bin pal na bitau
mira ke prbhu giridhar nagar
mira ke prbhu giridhar nagar
baar baar bal jaoon un
giridhar ke ghar jaoon
mayi ri mai to giridhar ke ghar jaoon

My soul yearns for the house of the Weaver,
Where I shall wear only what I behold, and consume only what I see.
I shall sit where He sits,
And if He is for sale, I shall be sold.
Our love, an ancient song,
Not a moment without Him can I bear.
My Lord, the Weaver, a city of grace,
To Him, again and again, I offer my strength.
To the house of the Weaver I go,
My soul, to the house of the Weaver I go.