ghata ghanghor ghor mor machave shor
more sajan aaja more sajan aaja
ek mauj ka naam jawani ik aaye ik jaye
mauj mein mauj na li jisne wo fir kahe pachhtaye
bada dukh deve jiya mane na haye piya
ise samjha ja aaja ise samjha ja
ghata ghanghor ghor

sab lag firu khoj mein tere piya khoye khoye
jo lagi na jane mere unka bhala na hoye
firu mein dware dware do nainwa ke mare
mukh dikhala ja aaja mukh dikhla ja
ghata ghanghor ghor

Dark clouds gather, thunder rolls, peacocks cry,
My beloved, come, oh come, my beloved, come.

Youth is a wave, one arrives, then departs,
Who finds no joy within, why then lament?
Great sorrow it gives, my heart knows no peace,
Convince it, come, oh convince it, come.
Dark clouds gather, thunder rolls.

I wander, searching for you, lost and alone,
Those who are untouched, their fortune unknown.
I wander from door to door, wounded by two eyes,
Reveal your face, come, oh reveal your face.
Dark clouds gather, thunder rolls.