assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala hai aaj lagan
maut ke panje se bachne ki byahane chala hai nai dulhan
assi baras ka budha

baalo me kaali syahi lagaaye
aji vastro se wo ang chupaye
dagmag dagmag naad hilaaye
thumak thumak kar paaw badhaye
maut ki rani khadi pukar kya man me ho raha magan
assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala hai aaj lagan
assi baras ka budha

paad padoshi kahe deewana
aji budhe ka kuch nahin thikana
ladki ke ladke aa bole byahane chale bhai nani nana
ladko ke ladke bole budhe baba ko phir aaya bachpan
assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala hai aaj lagan
assi baras ka budha

wo kas ke kamar tyaar hua jhat ghode pe sawar hua
bent lagi ghoda bidka budhe ka beda paar hua
shadi ke taraane band hue shadi ke taraane
shadi ke taraane band hue chotarfa fail gaya matam
assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala tha naya lagan
assi baras ka budha

chaudi se ban gai chita aur jame se ban gaya kafan
aur pyjaame ka ban gaya kafan
bandh bundhane chale barati aur
ladke kare sab kirya karam
sage sambhandhi khaye laddu sage sambhandhi
sage sambhandhi khaye laddu sabki dur hui uljhan
assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala tha naya lagan
assi baras ka budha

ladki ka le naam kiya tha maat pita ne lekar dhan
aji maat pita ne lekar dhan
budhe ki sun kar ke mratyu wo bhi manane lage jashan
kar di jawan se shadi
kar di jawan se shadi uski ladki ka khul gya karm
dhan ke lobhi socho samjho paiso per mat becho dharm
aji paiso per mat becho dharm

garib gaaye se kanya par kassai ka mat karo karam
apna jeewan maran sudharo
apna jeewan maran sudharo baar baar kehte hai hum
assi baras ka buddha baba karne chala tha naya lagan
assi baras ka budha

An eighty-year-old, a father, sets forth today on a wedding's decree,
To escape the claws of Death, a new bride he seeks to see.
An eighty-year-old father.

Black ink stains his silver hair,
His weary form, in cloth he'll ensnare,
With steps that falter, a frail affair,
He sways, he stumbles, beyond compare.
Death's queen calls out, "What joy does he embrace?"
An eighty-year-old, a father, sets forth today on a wedding's decree,
An eighty-year-old father.

Neighbors whisper, "He's lost his mind,"
"The old man's path, he cannot find,"
The girl's kin cry, "He'll wed our bride,"
While his kin laugh, "He's young inside!"
His heart takes flight, does the old man ever feel,
An eighty-year-old, a father, sets forth today on a wedding's decree,
An eighty-year-old father.

He girds his loins, prepared to fight,
Upon the steed, with all his might,
The whip descends, the horse takes flight,
The old man's journey, ends in night.
The wedding song, it ceased to be,
A somber dirge, for all to see,
An eighty-year-old, a father, sought to wed eternally.
An eighty-year-old father.

The pyre now built, from the bridal bed,
His garments now a shroud instead,
His trousers, now a final thread.
The mourners gather, for the dead.
Relatives feast, on sweets so fine,
Their burdens lifted, from their mind,
An eighty-year-old, a father, sought to wed eternally,
An eighty-year-old father.

The girl's name sold, for wealth and gain,
Her parents' hearts, consumed by pain,
They celebrate, death's cruel reign,
And marry her to a younger man,
Her fate is sealed, her karma spun,
Consider greed, before it's done,
Don't trade your soul, for wealth alone.
Don't trade your soul, for gold alone.

Don't treat the girl, a cow so meek,
As butchers do, with words so bleak,
Improve your life, your soul to seek,
This truth we tell, and softly speak.
An eighty-year-old, a father, sought to wed eternally.
An eighty-year-old father.