o diljani rab di meharbani
o diljani rab di meharbani
aaj raat shuru hogi
are aaj raat shuru hogi pyar ki kahani
o diljani rab di meharbani
o diljani rab di meharbani
aaj raat shuru hogi
are aaj raat shuru hogi pyar ki kahani
o diljani rab di meharbani

aayi kaisi musibat ye baza bazake
kaha bechare babul ne tori chadha ke
o jaagi kaisi agan pani pani badan
jane kya hoga aaj bada ghabraye man
laal joda sazake, laal joda sazake
fasi sasural aake
aaj chhedega baat aisi wo
sharam se hoga ye chehara lal
o diljani rab di meharbani
o diljani rab di meharbani
aaj raat shuru hogi
hoye aaj raat shuru hogi pyar ki kahani
o diljani rab di meharbani

o aadhi raat gori kundi khulegi
phir hoga darwaja band oye hoye
bilkul akele kamre me honge
dulhan dulha raja band
hoga kamra naya saza hoga palang
raat bhar saiya raja re karega re tang
chhuyega tujhko aise
chhuyega tujhko aise taar bijli ka jaise
aana kaani me khincha taani me
raja rani me hoga dhamal
o diljani rab di meharbani
o diljani rab di meharbani
aaj raat shuru hogi
are aaj raat shuru hogi pyar ki kahani
o diljani rab di meharbani

By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand,
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.
Tonight, the tale will begin to bloom,
Ah, tonight, the tale of love will consume.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand,
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.
Tonight, the tale will begin to bloom,
Ah, tonight, the tale of love will consume.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.

A storm arrives, a symphony of sound,
The father's heart, a fragile thing, is bound.
A fire ignites, the body starts to melt,
The mind is frail, the worries felt.
Adorned in scarlet, a crimson shroud,
Condemned to a new home, in a weeping crowd.
He will speak words that sting,
And shame will paint her face with blush of spring.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand,
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.
Tonight, the tale will begin to bloom,
Ah, tonight, the tale of love will consume.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.

At midnight, a latch will yield,
The door will close, the fate revealed.
Alone they'll be, the bride, the king,
In a chamber new, where secrets sing.
The bed awaits, a silken stage,
He'll tease and tempt, the whole night's rage.
He'll touch her skin, a sudden spark,
Like lightning's kiss in the endless dark.
In hesitancy and in the pull,
The king and queen, their hearts will lull.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand,
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.
Tonight, the tale will begin to bloom,
Ah, tonight, the tale of love will consume.
By the grace of the Beloved, the Divine's sweet hand.