jinke aage ji jinke pichhe ji
o jinake age-pichhe ji ji
main unki saali hoon o mere jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji
jinke aage ji jinke pichhe ji
o jinake age-pichhe ji ji
main unki saali hoon o mere jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji

kali anaar ki hai meri ye behana
murat pyar ki hai pyari ye behana
kali anaar ki hai meri ye behana
murat pyar ki hai pyari ye behana
dekho kabhi tum na isako satana warana
padega mujhe danda uthana
isako rulaya to dungi main gali ji ha
gali ji kya samjhe jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji o mere jijaji
jinke age ji jinke pichhe ji
o jinake age-pichhe ji ji
main unaki saali hoon o mere jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji

makhamal ki bisatar pe isako sulana
bahon ke zulen mein isako zulana
makhamal ki bisatar pe isako sulana
bahon ke zulen mein isako zulana
ruthe kabhi to ise hasake manana
hasake na mani to makkhan lagana
phir bhi na mani to bulalena sali ji
ye sali ji kya samjhe jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji o mere jijaji
jinke age ji jinke pichhe ji
o jinake age-pichhe ji ji
main unaki saali hoon o mere jijaji
o mere jijaji o mere jijaji

Whose life's a dance before, behind,
A symphony of life they find,
Before and after, ever near,
I am the sister-in-law, my Jijaji dear.
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.

Whose life's a dance before, behind,
A symphony of life they find,
Before and after, ever near,
I am the sister-in-law, my Jijaji dear.
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.

My sister, a pomegranate bud so fine,
Love's portrait, in her soul does shine.
My sister, a pomegranate bud so fine,
Love's portrait, in her soul does shine.
Never, I implore, her spirit wound,
Or tears will fall, and curses resound,
Do you hear my warning, Jijaji?
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.

Whose life's a dance before, behind,
A symphony of life they find,
Before and after, ever near,
I am the sister-in-law, my Jijaji dear.
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.

On velvet sheets, let her softly sleep,
In arms of love, her spirit keep,
On velvet sheets, let her softly sleep,
In arms of love, her spirit keep.
If sadness comes, with laughter greet,
And if she weeps, with butter sweet,
And if she still resists, call for me!
Do you hear my plea, Jijaji?
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.

Whose life's a dance before, behind,
A symphony of life they find,
Before and after, ever near,
I am the sister-in-law, my Jijaji dear.
Oh, my Jijaji, my Jijaji.