ऐ री सखी मोरे पिया घर आए
भाग लगे इस आँगन को
बल-बल जाऊँ मैं अपने पिया के,
चरन लगायो निर्धन को।
मैं तो खड़ी थी आस लगाए,
मेंहदी कजरा माँग सजाए।
देख सूरतिया अपने पिया की,
हार गई मैं तन मन को।
जिसका पिया संग बीते सावन,
उस दुल्हन की रैन सुहागन।
जिस सावन में पिया घर नाहि,
आग लगे उस सावन को।
Ae ri sakhi more piya ghar aaye,
bhaag lage usey aangan ko
O friend, the homecoming of my Beloved
has made this courtyard so perfectly blessed
Bal bal jaon main apne piya ke,
charan lagaayo nirdhan ko
To my Beloved, I bow a thousand times
for accepting at His feet, this unworthy self of mine
Main to khadi thi aas lagaaye,
mehndi, kajra, maang sajaaye
In deep longing I waited and waited,
with henna and flowers arranged
Dekh suratiya apne piya ki,
haar gayee main tan man ko
Glancing upon the Face of my Beloved,
lost I – my heart and my mind
Jiska piya sang beete saawan,
us dulhan ki rain suhaagan
Being in the Presence of the Beloved
makes the spring so much more beautiful
Jis saawan mein piya ghar naahi,
aag lage us saawan ko
And the spring that is spent without the Beloved,
may it turn to ashes, may it turn to ashes!
Ae ri sakhi mohe piya ghar aaye,
bhaag lage usey aangan ko
O friend, the homecoming of my Beloved
has made this courtyard so perfectly blessed.
