puchh rahe the yaar puchh rahe the yaar
ke biwi ke biwi kaisi ho
lo suniye sarkar
ke biwi ke biwi kaisi ho
lo suniye sarkar
ke biwi ke biwi kaisi ho

jiske husn ki shohrat yaaro
door door tak phaili ho
aankh na jis per daali jaaye
hath lagaye maili ho
naaz o ada ki putli bhi wo
aur wo upto date bhi ho
shokh bhi ho wo chanchal bhi ho
aur bhi nek ho apni hai ye raay
ke biwi ke biwi aisi ho
lo suniye sarkaar
ke biwi ke biwi kaisi ho

puchh rahin thhi sakhiya shauhar kaisa ho
puchh rahin thhi sakhiya shauhar kaisa ho
aao batayen tumhen ke shauhar ke shauhar aisa ho
aao batayen tumhen ke shauhar ke shauhar aisa ho

m a ho ya b a lekin
shahar ka rehne waala ho
m a ho ya b a lekin
shahar ka rehne waala ho
baanka uncha chhail chhabeela
fashion ka matwaala ho
sair sapate theatre cinema
har cheez ki aazaadi ho
jab ye baaten tay ho jaaye
phir dono ki shadi ho
phir dono ki shadi ho
apni hai ye raay
ke shauhar ke shauhar aisa ho
aao batayen tumhen ke shauhar
ke shauhar aisa ho

roop jawaani nakhre wakhre
do din ke mehman hain sab
in baaton per marne wale ae ae
sach puchho nadan hain sab
chamak uthe ghar baithe hi
sarkar sitara yaaro ka
biwi agar dahez mein
leker aaye maal hazaro ka
apni hai ye raay
ke biwi ke biwi aisi ho
lo suniye sarkar
ke biwi ke biwi kaisi ho

They asked, friends asked, they yearned to know,
What should a wife, a wife, truly be?
Hear now, dear sirs, the truths I bestow,
What should a wife, a wife, truly be?

Whose beauty's fame, a whispered lore,
Spreads wide, across the land's expanse.
A gaze that dares not linger and explore,
A touch that knows no defilement's trance.
A doll of grace, of airs and art,
Yet modern, in the current of the time.
Vivacious, playful, a beating heart,
And virtuous too, a soul sublime.
This is our creed, our cherished plea,
What should a wife, a wife, truly be?

The girlfriends inquired, with whispers low,
What sort of husband, a husband, should he be?
Come, let me tell you, what all must know,
What sort of husband, a husband, should he be?

A master's or a bachelor's degree,
A city dweller, he must surely be.
A master's or a bachelor's degree,
A city dweller, he must surely be.
Dashing, tall, with charming grace,
A lover of fashion, in every place.
Trips and outings, cinemas bright,
And freedom's reign, both day and night.
When these conditions are all agreed,
Then the marriage, a sacred seed.
This is our creed, our cherished plea,
What sort of husband, a husband, should he be?

Beauty, youth, and all their vain display,
Are guests that stay but for a fleeting day.
Those who for these fleeting notions fall,
Are, in truth, foolish, answering the call.
But if at home, with ease, the light does gleam,
A star of fortune, from a husband's dream.
And if a wife, with dowry's wealth untold,
Brings fortunes vast, of silver and of gold.
This is our creed, our cherished plea,
What should a wife, a wife, truly be?