har aadmi ko biwi kaa gulam hona chahiye
har aadmi ko biwi kaa gulam hona chahiye
ghar me aate jate hi salam hona chahiye
pranam hona chahiye salam hona chahiye
pranam hona chahiye

are mood me ho ye laxmi ji, are mood me ho ye laxmi ji
sabhi sukhon ki data, sabhi sukhon ki data
par bigad jaye toh ban jaye saxat kalika mata, ha saxat kalika mata
mard ki halat mard hi jane koyi samajh naa paye
idhar hai biwi udhar naukari bich me jhole khaye
bechara bich me jhole khaye
biwi ko sambhale naukariya chhut jaye re
biwi ko sambhale naukariya chhut jaye re
naukariya sambhale to biwi rooth jaaye, biwi rooth jaaye
lekin lekin kuchh bhi ho jaye
are ghar ko banaye rakhane ko, ghar ko banaye rakhane ko
yeh kam hona chahiye, ghar ko banaye rakhane ko
shrimati ji ko bilkul aaram hona chahiye, aaram hona chahiye

aaj hamari shadi ki salagirah thi, tumhe ghar jaldi aana tha
ham dono ko bahar jana tha kisi bade hotal me khana tha
abb kaun banayega khana, khana pakayega tumhara divana

aaj aisa pakayunga khana ungali chategi meri jana
maan jaayegi meri jaanejana
yeh aata hai ye shakkar hai yeh daal hai ye chaval hai
ye aaloo hai adrak hai mirchi hai nimboo hai pyaaz hai baingan
taaze tmatar ye iska father and ye iski daughter
ya hai kela yeh keli karela kareli
yeh muli bichari akeli akeli
khana chatapata aur masaledar
abb aa jao meri sarakar tumhe pukare
pahale aap naa naa naa pahale aap, har aadmi ko biwi kaa

A man must be his wife's own slave,
A man must be his wife's own slave.
Entering, leaving, a constant bow,
A greeting offered, a deep bestow.
A greeting offered, a deep bestow.

If Lakshmi smiles, if she’s in grace,
Bestower of all joy, in every place,
Bestower of all joy, a gentle hand,
But angered, see Kali, in command!
Yes, Kali's fury, a fearsome sight.
A man's plight, only he can know,
No one understands the ebb and flow.
Wife here, the job there, in the middle, woes,
The poor soul suffers, as the harsh wind blows.
Wife cared for, the job may fade,
Job embraced, the wife may be betrayed.
Wife may be betrayed.
But, come what may, the course he treads,
To keep the home, the home instead,
To keep the home, the course he treads,
Madam must find, a restful bed,
Find a restful bed.

Today, our wedding anniversary, a day,
You should have hurried, come what may.
We were to dine, a promised feast,
In a grand hotel, a moment released.
Now, who will cook, the meal we crave?
Your lovesick servant, the food to save.

Today, I’ll cook, a dish so fine,
My love will savor, this culinary shrine!
My beloved will understand,
This dough, this sugar, close at hand.
This lentils, rice, in perfect measure,
Potatoes, ginger, a spicy pleasure.
Chili, lime, onions, eggplant bold,
Fresh tomatoes, a story told,
A father's touch, a daughter's grace,
Banana, bitter gourd, in this place.
The lonely radish, stands alone,
A savory dish, divinely known.
Come now, my ruler, hear my plea,
Before you first, not me, not me…
A man must be his wife's own...