bane hai ham to gharjamai bane hai ham to gharjamai
gharjamai bankar hamne ye hai ijat payi
bane hai ham to gharjamai
subah savere pakad ke istari
ho jau tayar ha ho jasu tyar
subah savere pakad ke istari
ho jau tayar ha ho jasu tyar
sasur ka kurta sans ki sari biwi ki salwar ha
biwi ki salwar sasur ka kurta sans ki
sari biwi ki salwar
banke dhobi karu istari ye hai meri kamai
bane hai ham to gharjamai
bane hai ham to gharjamai

har pehli ko ghar ke naukar
apni tankha paye apni tankha paye
har pehli ko ghar ke naukar apni tankha paye
ham lalchai najaro se un sabko dekhe jaye
ham lalchai najaro se un sabko dekhe jaye
jeb me mere nahi ke payi jeb me mere nahi ke payi
bane hai ham to gharjamai

kabhi kabhi jo sans kahe bajar se sauda la de
kabhi kabhi jo sans kahe bajar se sauda la de
sans ko jitna kata jaye hath apne dikhla de
sans ko jitna kata jaye hath apne dikhla de
yahi hatho ki hai safai yahi hatho ki hai safai bane
hai ham to gharjamai

gharjamai banna hai to baat meri ek mano
gharjamai banna hai to baat meri ek mano
sans sipahi sasur daroga joru afsar jano
fir milegi tumko dud malai milegi tumko dud malai
dudh malai khakar hamne ye hai sehat payi
bane hai ham to ghar jamai

We are the house-husband, bound to this dwelling,
A house-husband's life, a strange honor compelling.
We are the house-husband.

At dawn, the iron in my hand I seize,
Ready myself, yes, ready to appease.
The father-in-law's shirt, the mother-in-law's saree,
My wife's salwar, a task that sets me free.
The wife's salwar, the father-in-law's shirt, the mother-in-law's saree.
A washerman's labor, this ironing art,
Is the harvest of toil, the breaking of heart.
We are the house-husband.
We are the house-husband.

Each first of the month, the servants are paid,
Their salaries earned, their debts all allayed.
With envious glances, we watch them receive,
While our pockets are empty, we silently grieve.
We are the house-husband.

Sometimes the mother-in-law sends me to buy,
To the market's bazaar, beneath a harsh sky.
The price I must pay, the cost of this life,
My hands bear the marks of this endless strife.
These hands tell the tale, the story untold,
Of a life of service, brave and bold.
We are the house-husband.

If you seek to be one, heed my words, take heed,
A house-husband's path, a planted seed.
Treat the mother-in-law as a soldier of might,
The father-in-law as a judge of the light,
Your wife as the boss, the soul that you keep,
Then milk and cream await you in sleep.
With milk and cream, we have found our way,
A healthy existence, come what may.
We are the house-husband.