hum toh tambu mein, tambu bambu mein
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaye baithe
lagaye baithe, lagaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein, yeh tambu lambu mein
lambu tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein bambu mein

maine jor lagaaya hayya hu hey hayya hu
maine jor lagaaya haath se bhi dabaaya
par dil ki miti na chubhan
dulha baahr dulhan andar, bich mein yeh gore bandar
mera kab hoga utghaatan
jaldi kar der na kar, kya karu aa idhar
ho tum toh tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe ho
ho tum toh tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe
lagaaye baithe, lagaaye baithe
hum toh pehle se ho bahot pehle se
ho hum toh pehle se ghungata uthaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaye baithe

haal kisako sunaau
ho haal kisako sunaau, dil khol ke bataau
mera pyaar utha hai jaag
aayi na meri baari mar jaau na kawaari
mujhe baahon mein uthaake tu bhaag
juldi kar der na kar, kya karu aa idhar
hum khatakhat ki khatiya khichaaye baithe o ho
hum khatakhat ki khatiya khichaaye baithe,
khichaaye baithe, khichaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein, tambu lambu mein
lambu tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaye baithe

meri doli na uthegi meri sej na sajegi
abb baaja bajaanewaala kaun
tu hai dulhan meri bas thodi si hai deri
sun baaraati bajaate hai horn
juldi kar der na kar, kya karu aa idhar
lo satkane ka signal giraaye baithe o ho
lo satkane ka signal giraaye baithe
giraaye baithe, giraaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein, tambu lambu mein
lambu tambu mein bambu lagaaye baithe
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaye baithe o ho
hum toh tambu mein bambu lagaye baithe
lagaye baithe, lagaye baithe

In the tent of now, a bamboo's grace,
Within the tent, we stake our place.
We are planted, watching, still we wait.
In the tent of time, a long embrace,
With the long tent, we’ve found our space.
In the tent of now, with bamboo's trace.

I strained, I heaved, with all my might,
Pressed down with hands, in fading light.
Yet the heart's sting, it would not cease.
The groom outside, the bride within,
A pale-faced soul, where do I begin?
When will my joy find sweet release?
Hurry, oh hurry, what must I do?
You, in the tent, with bamboo's hue.
You are planted, watching, patient, true.
We, before all, from long ago,
We lift the veil, our spirits glow.
In the tent of now, with bamboo's show.

To whom shall I tell, this aching plight?
Who hears my heart, my soul's deep light?
My love awakens, senses keen.
If my turn fades, and I’m left alone,
Will I die a maid, a heart of stone?
Lift me, my love, and run between.
Hurry, oh hurry, what must I do?
We pull the bed, with rustling through.
We are pulling, ready, waiting too.
In the tent of now, a bamboo's grace,
With the long tent, we’ve found our space.
In the tent of now, with bamboo's trace.