The bride paints her face with decoration
What will I use to mask my reputation?
The wise brides lure their husband with songs
What tune can I sing to bring him to my arms?
The happy brides walk with their heads held high
Preetam jee, without you, all I can do is sigh.
I copy their sway
I try to walk that way
They look so pretty
preetam jee have pity
I have no chance in this congregation
preetam jee will not hear me
He will not see me
my ugly self
no voice left to sing
I sit at the back
head down
tears on my gown
I am not worthy of wearing his crown
I pray he will hear me
but I have not the courage to sing louder
Yet I can not help but ask
with tear filled eyes
head up to the skies
preetam jee
will I ever get a vaaree?
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥