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Hansi bolat Janak dulaari

Sita swayamvar — with ullara

Lyrics

Tek

Hansi bolat Janak dulaari

Janak’s beloved daughter laughs and says

Suno sakhi pyaari

Listen, dear sakhi

Pad

Pita hamaare svayambar lhaanyo

Father has set my swayamvar where great kings gather

Jule bhoop jahaan bhaari

Where Shankar’s bow is kept

Jahavaan dhanush rahe Shankarji jo

I stand admiring my Lord

Main to lhadhi hon kant nihaari

Listen, dear sakhi

Suno sakhi pyaari

I think in my mind, hearing Bhrigu-nandan’s insults

Main apne man soch karathaun

Why does no one make him understand?

Suni Bhrigu Nandan gaari

If harm comes to the groom I remain a maiden

Inko koi samjhaavat naahin ho

Listen, dear sakhi

Baru rahi jaaun vaari kuaari

Suno sakhi pyaari

I go toward my husband, O sakhi — fate is already written

I shall marry Raghubar

Main apne pati jaani chalyo

My love rests at his feet

Sakhi vidhi ko likha bichaari

Listen, dear sakhi

Hoi hain byaah sang Raghubar ji ke

Unake pad prem hamaari

He broke the bow in a moment — the prophecy came true

Suno sakhi pyaare

Taking the sacred garland

Sita places it on Raghubar’s neck

Tore dhanush kant chhan maahi

Listen, dear sakhi

Vidhi likhani ko taari

Bhaagirathi jamaala lihe kara

Siya Raghubar ke gar daari

Suno sakhi pyaari

Ullara

Sie daare Raam gal jai maala

Dulahto siri Raam ban hain

Lakshman devar sahbaala

Samdhinto bani maatu Kaushalya

Dasrath samdhi mahipaala

Jinake Shambhu barati aaye

Odhe Digambar mrgachhaala

Meaning

Tek

Janak’s beloved daughter laughs and says Listen, dear sakhi

Pad

Father has set my swayamvar where great kings gather Where Shankar’s bow is kept I stand admiring my Lord Listen, dear sakhi

I think in my mind, hearing Bhrigu-nandan’s insults Why does no one make him understand? If harm comes to the groom I remain a maiden Listen, dear sakhi

I go toward my husband, O sakhi — fate is already written I shall marry Raghubar My love rests at his feet Listen, dear sakhi

He broke the bow in a moment — the prophecy came true Taking the sacred garland Sita places it on Raghubar’s neck Listen, dear sakhi