sun ri sakhi mohe sajana bulaaye
mohe jaana hai pi ki nagariya
o mohe jaana hai pi ki nagariya

chun chun bagiya se laaun ri chameliya
kaliyon se meri sajaao ri doliya
kajara lagaao maathe bindiya sajaao
mohe rang do gulaabi chunariya
o mohe jaana hai pi ki nagariya
sun ri sakhi

bansi ki dhun mein bulaaye mora chhaliya
laao ri kahaan hai nigodi paayaliya
maang bharo mat der karo
kahi rooth na jaaye saanvariya
o mohe jaana hai pi ki nagariya
sun ri sakhi

Hark, friend, he calls, my Beloved's voice,
To His city, my soul now takes flight.
To His city, my soul now takes flight.

From gardens, pluck jasmines sweet and white,
With buds, adorn my palanquin's light.
Apply kohl, a crimson dot my brow,
Drape me in hues of dawn's soft ray.
To His city, my soul now takes flight,
Hark, friend, he calls, my Beloved's voice.

His flute's song, the charmer's call does convey,
Where is, alas, the anklet's gentle sway?
Fill my parting, delay no more,
Lest my dark one turns away.
To His city, my soul now takes flight,
Hark, friend, he calls, my Beloved's voice.