dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar
dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar
do paise ki dulhan lega chhe paise ka haar
dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar
do paise ki dulhan lega chhe paise ka haar
dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar

dulha chota chota sa dulhan moti moti si
dulha chota chota sa dulhan moti moti si
miya halke fulke se begam double roti si
somwar ko jo soye jo jage shukrwar
dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar
dari re dari diri dar hai kal
itwar ho munna jayega bazar

halwa pura aath sher or sath puriya khaye
halwa pura aath sher or sath puriya khaye
fir bhi dulhan sharam ke mare bhukhi hi reh jaye
assi gaj ki bechari ko tang pade salwar
dari re dari diri dar hai
kal itwar ho munna jayega bazar
dari re dari diri dar hai
kal itwar ho munna jayega bazar

pyar jo aaye munne par to usko god me lele
pyar jo aaye munne par to usko god me lele
gaye chota sa balma mere anngana billi khele
nache jhume mukhda chume munne ka so bar
dari re dari diri dar hai
kal itwar ho munna jayega bazar
do paise ki dulhan lega chhe paise ko har
dari re dari diri dar hai
kal itwar ho munna jayega bazar

The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
For two coins, a bride he'll claim, six for a chain,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
For two coins, a bride he'll claim, six for a chain,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.

A groom so slight, a bride so round,
A groom so slight, a bride so round,
He, light as a feather, she, like a loaf, earthbound.
From slumber's grasp, to Friday's morn,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.

Eight seers of sweets, and puffed-up bread,
Eight seers of sweets, and puffed-up bread,
While the bride, with shy, demure head,
Remains unfed, a silent plea,
Eighty yards of cloth, a tight decree,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.

When love descends on Munna's form,
When love descends on Munna's form,
He'll lift him up, safe from the storm,
And sing a song, a gentle grace,
While the kitten plays in the space.
A hundred kisses, on his face,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.
For two coins, a bride he'll claim, six for a chain,
The market calls, the rhythm tolls, tomorrow's sun,
Munna to the bazaar will run.