ho pahali pahali
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ho sayiya dhire pakadiyo hath
ho sayiya dhire pakadiyo hath
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ki ho ji mhaaro dil dhadke

o saat kali ko ghaghro, moti jade hajar
aur moti moti jade hajar
o saat kali ko ghaghro, moti jade hajar
aaj main thari dulhan banke
aaj main thari dulhan banke
sej chadhungi pahali baar
hay ji mora dil dhadke
ho pahali pahali hay
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ki ho ji mhaaro dil dhadke

ki madwad ki sherani main, tirchhi mhari chal
aur tirchhi mhari chal
ki madwad ki sherani main, tirchhi mhari chal
kar liyo apane bas me taine
kar liyo apane bas me taine
daal ke naino wala jaal
hay ji mhaaro dil dhadke
ho pahali pahali
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ho sayiya dhire pakadiyo hath
ho sayiya dhire pakadiyo hath
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ho pahali pahali, aayi milan ki raat
ho mhaaro dil dhadke
ki ho ji mhaaro dil dhadke

The night of union arrives, the first, the first,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum.
The night of union arrives, the first, the first,
My heart, it pounds, will never numb.
My love, your hand, so softly placed,
My love, your hand, a gentle hold,
My heart, it pounds, time interlaced,
The night of union, a story told.
My heart it pounds, a story told.

A skirt of seven panels, pearls a thousand strung,
And pearls a thousand gleam.
A skirt of seven panels, a melody unsung,
Tonight, your bride, a waking dream.
Tonight, your bride, to rise and meet,
The bed of love, a maiden's art.
My heart it pounds, my pulse, complete,
The night of union, a brand new start.
My heart it pounds.

A lioness of Marwar, my gait, a playful sway,
My gait, a playful dance,
A lioness of Marwar, come what may,
You've captured me within a glance.
You've bound me now, within your gaze,
With eyes that cast a woven net.
My heart it pounds, in endless maze,
The night of union, I'll not forget.
My heart it pounds.
The night of union arrives, the first, the first,
My heart, it pounds, a frantic drum.
My love, your hand, so softly placed,
My love, your hand, a gentle hold,
My heart, it pounds, time interlaced,
The night of union, a story told.
My heart it pounds, a story told.