panchhi gane lage prbhati aaya sars savera
jaag sundri madhur milan ka aaya hai din tera
suraj ne tere aangan me so naaz basera chun chun
kaliya haar banale naam amar ho tera

saz solah shreengar saz solah shreengar sohagan
chali piya ke dware chali piya ke dware
saz solah shreengar sohagan
chali piya ke dware chali piya ke dware
saza liye apne se tune saza liye apne se tune
kanchan kiran sitar ho kanchan kiran sitar
laga liya chanda ka tika aur ghata ka kajal
laga liya chanda ka tika aur ghata ka kajal
pehan chali bijli ke gehne aur lehrti payal
pehan chali bijli ke gehne aur lehrti payal
koyal kuhuk rahi punjo me koyal kuhuk rahi punjo me
saz solah shreengar saz solah shreengar sohagan
chali piya ke dware chali piya ke dware

hirni si man harni naari dwar piya ke aayi
gunj rahi hai uske man me sapno ke sehnayi
aayi hai wo paas piya ke aayi hai wo paas piya ke
sundar haar sawar ho sundar haar sawar
saz solah shreengar saz solah shreengar sohagan
chali piya ke dware chali piya ke dware

aayi akar khadi ho gayi ye kaisi hai lila
kahan gaye kahan gaye naino ke wasi tuta sowpn sajina
wohi lata hai wohi jhadiya aur wahi hariyali
sehme sehme se patte hai nahi bajate taali
chhut gayi lat tut gayi sundar sapno ki dori
chand sitar badli me jakar ro ro mari sapori
kabhi nachti thi dulhan si agni kund ki jwala
aaj chita ban gayi preet ki tuti kar ki mala
tuti kar ki mala

The birdsong bursts, dawn's symphony unfurls,
A tender morn, a universe that swirls.
Awake, my love, the sweet embrace is near,
Your destined day, banish every fear.
The sun, in your courtyard, lays its golden nest,
Weave garlands of praise, let your name be blessed.

Adorned in sixteen graces, a bride so fair,
Towards your Beloved's door, you make your prayer.
Adorned in sixteen graces, a bride so fair,
Towards your Beloved's door, you make your prayer.
You've gathered close, you've gathered close,
Golden rays and starlight so rare.
You've daubed the moon's mark, the cloud's dark kohl,
Draped lightning's jewels, anklets that stroll.
The cuckoo's call echoes, the cuckoo's call echoes,
Your heart's yearning, the soul's deep roll.
Adorned in sixteen graces, a bride so fair,
Towards your Beloved's door, you make your prayer.

A doe-eyed woman, heart-capturing, she came,
To her Beloved's door, whispering his name.
Within her heart, a wedding tune does reside,
Dreams' echoing song, where love can't hide.
She came to her Beloved, she came to her Beloved,
With garlands of beauty she now confides.
Adorned in sixteen graces, a bride so fair,
Towards your Beloved's door, you make your prayer.

Arriving, she pauses, a mystery profound,
Where is he now? Where can love be found?
The dream has shattered, lover's love has fled.
The same vines, the same shrubs, the same green spread.
The leaves tremble, no joyous sound they make.
Tresses unbound, dreams' precious thread to break.
The moon and stars hide, weeping in the night,
The pyre of love, now burns so bright.
Once a dancing bride, the fire's gentle grace,
Now a funeral pyre, love's broken embrace,
Love's broken embrace.