aa devta tu apni pujaran ke pas aa
janmo se bichhhdi baho bhari
dulhan ke pas aa aana hi hoga
aana hi hoga aana hi hoga

mere kuwarpan ko tera intzar hai
jaise na tu milega janmo ka pyar hai
jis tan ki hai tu aatma us tan ke pas aa
aana hi hoga aana hi hoga aana hi hoga
aa devta tu apni pujaran ke pas aa
janmo se bichhhdi baho bhari
dulhan ke pas aa aana hi hoga
aana hi hoga aana hi hoga

kitna vishal kitna amar apna sath hai
suraj se chand taro se pehle ki bat hai
us sath ko nibhane se birhan ke pas aa
aana hi hoga aana hi hoga aana hi hoga
aa devta tu apni pujaran ke pas aa
janmo se bichhhdi baho bhari
dulhan ke pas aa aana hi hoga
aana hi hoga aana hi hoga

Oh, Divine One, descend, seek your devotee,
To arms that have ached for ages, entwined,
To the bride you must come, inevitably,
You must come, you must come, leave all behind.

My virgin heart yearns, awaits your grace,
As if lifetimes of love are held in you,
To the form, whose soul you are, find your place,
You must come, you must come, and make all new.
Oh, Divine One, descend, seek your devotee,
To arms that have ached for ages, entwined,
To the bride you must come, inevitably,
You must come, you must come, leave all behind.

How vast, how immortal, our shared embrace,
A tale older than sun, moon, or star,
To keep that bond, to the grieving, find your space,
You must come, you must come, though near or far.
Oh, Divine One, descend, seek your devotee,
To arms that have ached for ages, entwined,
To the bride you must come, inevitably,
You must come, you must come, leave all behind.