kahi mangni ki bate hai kahi shadi ka charcha hai
magar andar hi andar se hamara dil ye kahta hai kya
hum bhi kash kunware hote hum bhi kash kunware hote
duniya bhar me jitne hansi hai sabki nazar me pyare hote
hum bhi kash kunware hote hum bhi kash kunware hote

hume bhi husn walo ki hajaro chithiya aati
kai photo bhi aate sath unke arjiya aati
koi likhta mere pyare mujhe tumse mohabbat hai
koi likhta mujhe tum jaise sohar ki jarurat hai
koi likhta ke meri mad bhari aankhe nshili hai
koi likhta ke zulfe meri paune tin gaj ki hai
koi afsana likhta aashiq ki pahli manjil ka
to koi bhejta kagaj par naksha phek kar dil ka
kaisi kaisi bahare aati kaise kaise nazare hote
hum bhi kash kunware hote hum bhi kash kunware hote

hui hai jabse shadi pad gaye hai hum to mushkil me
kahe kisse tadapti hai hajaro hasrate dil me
mohabbat ka koi nagma zuba par la nahi sakte
kisi rangin mehfil me akele ja nahi sakte
kisi ke husn ki tarif bhi hum kar nahi sakte
kisi dil phenk shayar ki gajal bhi hum padh nahi sakte
kisi ko aankh uthakar dekhna bhi ab kayamat hai
khabar ho jaye biwi ko to phir samjho hajamat hai
ghar me na hoti biwi to yaro hum bhi kahi dil hare hote
hum bhi kash kunware hote hum bhi kash kunware hote
duniya bhar me jitne hansi hai sabki nazar me pyare hote
hum bhi kash kunware hote hum bhi kash kunware hote

Whispers of betrothal dance, a wedding's song takes flight,
Yet a secret stirs, a yearning in the heart's dim light:
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, I wish it were my plight,
To be cherished by beauty, bathed in their radiant light.
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, and know that pure delight.

A thousand letters would reach, from those who hold the grace,
Photographs and pleas would bloom, in every time and space.
One would write, "My beloved, my heart beats only for you,"
Another, "A husband like you, is the dream I pursue."
One would sing of eyes that drown in a lover's deep desire,
Another of tresses, that flow, a flame of love's fire.
One would weave tales of passion, the first steps of love's art,
Another would send a heart drawn, a map to the soul's own heart.
Such wonders would blossom, such spectacles would gleam,
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, a captivating dream.
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, it would all be supreme.

But marriage has bound us, in a challenge we must face,
A thousand longings throb within, in this solitary space.
We cannot sing love's song, on our silenced tongue,
We cannot join the colored dance, where revelry is sung.
We cannot praise beauty, however bright it may be,
Nor read the verses of a heart, that beats wild and free.
To look upon another with the glance of love, is a sin,
For if the wife discovers, then the storm will begin.
If the wife weren't there, my friends, oh, where would my heart be?
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, to know life's ecstasy!
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, I wish it could be!
To be cherished by beauty, bathed in their radiant light.
Oh, to be free, to roam unwed, and know that pure delight.