ae biwi ji maine kaha ji
maina kaha ji ye mausam hai suhana
acha nahi yu kisi se ruth jana
maina kaha ji ye mausam hai suhana
acha nahi yu kisi se ruth jana
ada hai hasino ki yuhi tadpana
maine kaha ji o maine kaha ji na karo yu bahana
sikha nahi hai rutho ko manana o maine kaha ji

o bada dard hai sar me jara sar ko daba do
bimar ko apne aachal me sula do
ho ye dard hai dil ka bate na banao
aji tan ke chadar chup se so jao
aji mardo ke dil ko ye rog hai purana
aji mardo ke dil ko ye rog hai purana
maine kaha ji ye mausam hai suhana
acha nahi yu kisi se ruth jana maine kaha ji

o aaya jo gussa o nakhre wali
hoye or bhi aa gayi galo pe lali
na chedo ji hamko chhodo bhi kalai
jag uthegi ye dunia jab dungi duhai
tu biwi hai meri ye jane sara jamana
biwi hai meri ye jane sara jamana
eye biwi ji na karo yu bahana
sikha nahi hai rutho ko manana o maine kaha ji

o hai ghar me ladai bahar hai sardi
mar jaunga dar pe tere o bedardi
are apne dushman aisa mat bolo
takrar se meri na par ko na tolo
gussa ye lali hai pyar ka bahana
gussa ye lali hai pyar ka bahana
maine kaha ji na karo yu bahana
sikha nahi hai rutho ko manana
o maine kaha ji maine kaha ji maine kaha ji ji

My love, I said, I said to you,
The season, ah, it is a sweet hue.
It's not right to sulk and turn away,
My love, I said, let's seize the day.
The way of beauty, to cause such ache,
My love, I said, please, no more pretense to make.
I've not learned the art of soothing pain,
My love, I said, again and again.

Oh, a headache, a throbbing in my head,
Press my brow, lay your hand instead.
Let your shawl be my resting place,
Your love, and let me see your face.
This pain, a matter of the heart,
Don't speak of it, a brand new start.
Pull the sheet, let silence reside,
The woes of men, a truth they hide.
My love, I said, the season's sweet,
It's not right to sulk on passing street.

Oh, anger flares, a temper's fire,
And more, the cheeks with red inspire.
Don't tease me, release my wrist from your hold,
For the world will wake with tales untold.
You are my wife, the world does know,
My wife, the world does show.
My love, don't make pretense to make,
I've not learned the art for goodness sake.

Oh, quarrels at home, the cold outside,
I'll die of fear, you cruel pride.
Don't speak so to your own,
Break not my wing in words unknown.
This anger, red of love's own guise,
This anger, red of love's sunrise.
My love, don't make pretense to make,
I've not learned the art for goodness sake.
My love, I said, I said, I said, yes.