gagan pe to tare takrake takrake dono muskaye
fir to chand se sun li unki bat ja baitha badal ke sath
sun badal ne li angdayi bund bund ne bat failai
gagan ki bat dharti pe aayi kali ne sunli suni sunai
kali ne phul ko bhed bataya, phul ne bulbul ko samjhaya
bulbul ne bharwa bulwaya, bhawra gungun karta aaya
maine rok ke use sunaya, sunaya, sunaya

banke dulhaniya aaj chali hun main sajan ke dware
sahnayi baje na baje, sahnayi baje na baje
sahnayi baje na baje
banke dulhaniya aaj chali hun main sajan ke dware
sahnayi baje na baje, sahnayi baje na baje

na koi mujhko kajra dale na koi mang saware
na koi mujhko kajra dale na koi mang saware
na chahun main baje gaje na main dhol nagade
na koi meri rahe roke na koi mujhe pukare
banke dulhaniya aaj chali hun main sajan ke dware
sahnayi baje na baje, sahnayi baje na baje
sahnayi baje na baje

munda mane na mane, ghodi bhale na saje
munda mane na mane, ghodi bhale na saje
ho doli uthe na uthe, mehandi lage na lage
na mai chahu bindiya sindiya, na main tare sare
kal tak the jo gusse susse, ho gaye jan se pyare
banke dulhaniya aaj chali hun main sajan ke dware
sahnayi baje na baje, sahnayi baje na baje
sahnayi baje na baje
banke dulhaniya aaj chali hun main sajan ke dware
sahnayi baje na baje, sahnayi baje na baje

Stars in the heavens, colliding, laughing, bright,
Then the moon heard their whispers, joined the cloud's soft night.
The cloud stretched, a sigh, a secret it confessed,
Each raindrop a story, the whole world blessed.
Heaven's tale descended, the bud softly heard,
The bud told the flower, each trembling word.
The flower to the father, a love understood,
The nightingale called the bumblebee, in the silent wood.
The bee hummed his answer, a song I could not deny,
I stopped him, and listened, listened, and sighed.

A bride I become, to my Beloved's door I tread,
The shehnai may not play, the music unsaid,
The shehnai may not play.
A bride I become, to my Beloved's door I tread,
The shehnai may not play.

No kohl to my eyes, no parting to braid,
No kohl to my eyes, no care is made.
No fanfare, no drums, no music's parade,
No one to restrain me, no calls to evade.
A bride I become, to my Beloved's door I tread,
The shehnai may not play, the music unsaid,
The shehnai may not play.

The groom may not agree, the mare may not be dressed,
The groom may not agree, the mare unblessed.
The palanquin may not lift, no henna may be pressed,
No bindi, no jewels, no stars to impress.
Those who were angry, now dear to my breast,
A bride I become, to my Beloved's door I tread,
The shehnai may not play, the music unsaid,
The shehnai may not play.
A bride I become, to my Beloved's door I tread,
The shehnai may not play.