apni apni biwi pe sabko garur hai
apni apni biwi pe sabko garur hai
jaisi bhi hai biwi sohar ke liye hur hai
apni apni biwi pe sabko garur hai
kali jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole kali
jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole
aji logo se ye bolo aji logo se ye bolo
laila bhi thi kali ye kissa mashur hai
laila bhi thi kali ye kissa mashur hai
apni apni biwi pe sabko garur hai
moti jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole
moti jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole
aji logo se ye bole ha logo se ye bole
khate pite ghar ki hai ranjo gum se dur hai
khate pite ghar ki hai ranjo gum se dur hai

thigni jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole
thigni jiski biwi wo logo se ye bole
aji logo se ye bolo ha logo se ye bolo
unche ghar se aayi hai chota kad jarur hai
unche ghar se aayi hai chota kad jarur hai
apni apni biwi pe sabko garur hai
jaisi bhi hai biwi sohar ke liye hur hai

Each man, his pride, in the woman he calls his own,
Each man, his pride, in the woman he has known.
Though she may be, a beauty for her man alone,
Each man, his pride, in the woman he has known.

The man whose wife is dark, he tells the world so,
The man whose wife is dark, lets everyone know,
He tells them all, yes, he tells them so,
That Laila too was dark, as legends bestow.

Each man, his pride, in the woman he calls his own,
The man whose wife is stout, he’ll have it known,
The man whose wife is stout, lets everyone know,
He tells them all, yes, he tells them so,
From a well-fed home, untouched by woe,
From a well-fed home, where sorrows don’t flow.

The man whose wife is small, he lets it be known,
The man whose wife is small, lets everyone know,
He tells them all, yes, he tells them so,
From a highborn house, her stature is shown,
From a highborn house, her stature is shown.
Each man, his pride, in the woman he calls his own,
Though she may be, a beauty for her man alone.