mathe pe lagayi ke bindiya ho
arey mathe pe lagayi ke bindiyaa
ankhiyan udayike nindiya khudi re nihare gori
aayenge sanvaria angna aayenge sawariyaa
angna aayenge sanvaria aji angna aayenge sawariyaa
aji angna aayenge sawariyaa bhaiyya
party chal rahi hai ho ho

path me jo patiya kharke path me jo patiya kharke
aisan kalejwa dhadke aisan kalejwa dhadke
rahi rahike thame sajni rahi rahike thame sajni lal chunariya
gir gir jaye ho chunariya aji gir gir jaye ho chunariya
agna aayenge sawariyaa agna aayenge sawariyaa
ek toh udasi gori ek to udasi gori
balma ki pyasi gori balma ki pyasi gori
duje log haske mare duje log hske mare aisi najariya
chubh chubh jaye ho najariya chubh chubh jaye ho najariya
chubh chubh jaye ho najariyaagna angna aayenge sawariyaa

suno rey hamari batiya suno re hamari batiya
bhai dekho aadhi ratiya suno re hamari batiya
ab kya piya aayenge ab kya piya aayenge jao re gujariya
ab gar jao rey gujariya ab gar jao re gujariya
ab gar jao rey gujariya ab gar jao re gujariya
ab jayenge sawariyaa ab jayenge sawariyaa
ab jayenge sawariyaa ab jayenge sawariyaa
ab jayenge sawariyaa ab jayenge sawariyaa
ab jayenge sawariyaa ab jayenge sawariyaa

Upon the brow, a crimson spark I place,
A crimson spark, a waiting in this space.
Eyes, that once held slumber, now awake,
Awaits my love, my beloved, for my sake.
He'll grace the courtyard, he will surely come,
He'll grace the courtyard, when the day is done.
And joy ignites, a celebration starts!

The path, it whispers, with each wooden tread,
The heart it hammers, filled with fear and dread.
The heart it hammers, a captive in my chest,
The crimson veil, I clutch, to be blessed.
It slips and falls, the crimson cloth descends,
He'll grace the courtyard, as the sunlight bends.
And he will come, and he will come to me.

One sorrow lingers, in my soul's deep core,
A thirst for love, I yearn for evermore.
While others laugh, their glances cut like knives,
Their judging eyes, that steal away my life.
Their scornful gazes, piercing through and through,
He'll grace the courtyard, and make all things new.
He will come, and he will come to me.

Hear now, my words, let them resound and ring,
The hour is late, and night its shadows bring.
Will he arrive? The question haunts my soul,
Go now, my friends, and let this sadness roll.
Go home now, my sisters, let us part,
He will not come and break my waiting heart.
Go home now, my sisters, the light is dim,
He will not come and no longer him.
He will not come, he will not come this night,
He will not come, not now and not in sight.
He will not come, the dream dissolves away,
He will not come, and darkness holds its sway.
He will not come, and I am left alone.
He will not come, my heart is turned to stone.
He will not come.