mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
kyu na ho uski shan anokhi uche gharane wala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai

meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
uske gore mukhade ke aage chand ka rang bhi kala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai

dekh samdhan tu mere samne sekhi na jata
kon sur khwab kapar teri dulhan me hai laga
usko duniya me koi puchhane wala hi na tha
usko duniya me koi puchhane wala hi na tha
wo to dulha ko dua de jo use bayah laya
wo to dulha ko dua de jo use bayah laya

teri bani ke gal hai papad tedhi medhi aankhe hai
yeji tedhi medhi aankhe hai yeji tedhi medhi aankhe hai
oo nak pakoda hoth hai sukhe uljhi uljhi julfe hai
yeji uljhi uljhi julfe hai yeji uljhi uljhi julfe hai
mera banna hai wo shahjada jo najo ka pala hai
mera banna hai wo shahjada jo najo ka pala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera banna hariyala hai
meri banni ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai

dekh banno mere aage tu badi bat na kar
aisa hai tera banna jaise ho bura bandar
karke shadi kiya ahshan dulhan ne us par
karke shadi kiya ahshan dulhan ne us par
warna aise ko bhala kaun banata shohar
warna aise ko bhala kaun banata shohar

tere banne ki unth si gardan saras jaisi tange hai
yeji saras jaisi tange hai yeji saras jaisi tange hai
chuhe jaise kan hai uske kchhuye jaisi chal hai
yeji kchhuye jaisi chale hai yeji kchhuye jaisi chale hai
mere banne ka najuk mukhada albela matwala hai
mere banne ka najuk mukhada albela matwala hai
meri banni ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai

baith sidhi ari samdhan na dikha ye garmi
man le har tu ab chhod de ye hathdrmi
ja ri ja mai nahi in bato se dabne wali
ja ri ja mai nahi in bato se dabne wali
tere muh kon lage yu na dikh besharmi
tere muh kon lage yu na dikh besharmi

ha mere banne ki sas nikammi sasure hai das number ke
yeji sasure hai das number ke ha ha sasure hai das number ke
mere banne ki nanad nikhatu dhang bure hai ghar bharke
yeji dhang bure hai ghar bharke ha ha dhang bure hai ghar bharke
oo ho teri dulhan ka sara gharana aafat chhipakar pala hai
teri dulhan ka sara gharana aafat chhipakar pala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai
meri bani ke rup se ghar me charo taraf ujiyala hai
mere banne ki bat na puchho mera bana hariyala hai

Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, a life's bloom,
His lineage high, a beacon in the room.
Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, my heart's green.

My bride's beauty, a light that fills the home,
Before her face, the moon's own hue is prone
To fade to shadow, a darkness all its own.
My bride's beauty, a light that fills the home.
Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, my soul's sweet song.

Behold, friend, do not boast, do not pretend,
What magic sleeps within your bride, what dreams transcend?
She, once unseen, unheard, without a friend,
Now blessed by the one she weds, her story to extend.

Her cheeks, like crisped flour, a twisted, woven grace,
Eyes askew, a moon-kissed face,
A nose like a fritter, dry lips find their place,
Tangled tresses, a wild and lovely chase.
Yes, tangled tresses, wild and lovely chase.
My beloved, a prince, raised in love's embrace,
Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, a time and space.
My bride's beauty, a light that fills the home.

Do not speak so grandly of your beloved, dear,
He's a rough beast, a monkey, fueled by fear.
It is the bride who gives him honor, so very clear,
For who would choose such a one to hold so dear?

Your beloved's neck like a camel's, a slow, winding track,
His legs like a crane's, never looking back,
Yes, like a crane's, a wandering attack,
Ears like a mouse, a tortoise in his pace,
Yes, tortoise in his pace, a slow and steady race,
My beloved's face, a dream in its place.
My bride's beauty, a light that fills the home.
Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, a life's sweet rhyme.

Sit down, friend, cease this heated fray,
Release your grip, let go of yesterday.
Go away, I am not one to bend, to sway,
I won't trade words with you today.

Yes, my beloved's breath is a burden, his in-laws, a curse,
Yes, in-laws a curse, a universe.
My beloved's sister, a ne'er-do-well, her ways, the worst,
Yes, her ways the worst, forever dispersed.
Oh, your bride's kin, a hidden storm, the worst, dispersed.
Your bride's kin, a hidden storm, dispersed.
Ask not of my beloved, he is verdant, a soul's release.