mujhko kehte hai maha dev
aya hun main vyaah rachaane
tera roop hai dhongi jaisa
parvati kaise pehchaane

o gori gori bala pahna de varmala
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala
o dulha tera aya mukkadar wala mukkadar wala
tu jogi phere wala pehenaun varmala
tu jogi phere wala pehenaun varmala
jo aye bhola bhala pahadon wala pahadon wala
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala

mala ke phoolon mein mala ke phoolon mein
tere saajan ki hi surat hai
mana maine maana maana maine maana
mere man bhaavan ki murat hai
kyun tu phir itna sharmaati varmala kyun nahi pehnaati
kyun tu phir itna sharmaati varmala kyun nahi pehnaati
main gharwalon se ghabraati sau baat karenge baraati
sau baat karenge baraati
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala
o dulha tera aya mukkadar wala mukkadar wala
tu jogi phere wala pehenaun varmala
jo aye bhola bhala pahadon wala pahadon wala
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala

tujhko kasam hai meri tujhko kasam hai meri
mujhe asali roop dikha de
apni kasam naa de tu apni kasam naa de tu
jo prem agan bhadka de
ye prem hai meethi si jwala amrit se bhara hua pyala
ye prem hai meethi si jwala amrit se bhara hua pyala
tere prem ke khatir matwala ab banta hai bhola bhala
ab banta hai bhola bhala
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala
o dulha tera aya mukkadar wala mukkadar wala
o gori gori bala pahna de varmala
o dulha tera aya mukkadar wala mukkadar wala

They call me Mahadev, the Great,
Come to wed, to seal your fate.
Your form, a deceptive guise,
How, O Parvati, to recognize?

O fair maiden, so fair and bright,
Adorn me with a garland of light.
Your groom has arrived, a fate-touched one,
I, the ascetic, the circle begun.
He comes, the simple, from mountains high,
O fair maiden, beneath the sky.

In the flowers of the garland, entwined,
Your beloved's true face you'll find.
I believe, I know, I understand,
Your heart's desire, close at hand.
Why then, do you blush and hide?
Why the garland, cast aside?
I fear my kin, their words will sting,
A hundred murmurs the wedding will bring.
O fair maiden, so fair and bright,
Your groom has arrived, a fate-touched light.
I, the ascetic, the circle begun.
He comes, the simple, from mountains high,
O fair maiden, beneath the sky.

By my oath, I implore,
Show me your true core.
Do not swear, do not insist,
Ignite the fire of love's tryst.
This love, a sweet, tender flame,
A cup of nectar, calling your name.
For your love, a wild, soaring soul,
Now humble, now making me whole.
O fair maiden, so fair and bright,
Your groom has arrived, a fate-touched light.
O fair maiden, so fair and bright,
Your groom has arrived, a fate-touched light.