sach hai ye koi ilzam nahi hai
are sach hai ye koi ilzam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
sach hai ye koi ilzam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai

ye to har mard ki hai pahli khasiyat
ha pahli khasiyat bhaiya pahli khasiyat
duji ka hai chaska tijipe hai niyat
ha tijipe hai niyat, ha tijipe hai niyat
isi liye apni se darta hai wo
din raat chaplusi karta hai wo
varna use kya koi kaam nahi hai
varna use kya koi kaam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai

joru ki gulami me bhi aata hai maja
bhaiya aata hai maja, ha ha aata hai maja
puchhe koi unse jinhe hai ye pata
ha jinhe hai ye pata, bhai jinhe hai ye pata
jitna bhi maska lagate jayenge
utna wo band sukh paate jayenge
maske ka yaar koi kaam nahi hai
maske ka yaar koi kaam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai

apni to daal hai parayi murgi
ha parayi murgi, bhai parayi murgi
daana phir daalke fasayi murgi
ha fasayi murgi, bhai fasayi murgi
kudu kudu kudki aawaz jab aayi
to hone lagi ghar mein miya ki pitayi
kahi lambu ki pitayi, kahi chhotu ki pitayi
kahi duble ki pitayi, kahi mote ki pitayi
kahi taklu ki pitayi, kahi haklu ki pitayi
are aisa pitna bhi to haraam nahi hai
aisa pitna bhi to haraam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
sach hai ye koi ilzam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai
are kaun hai jo joru ka gulam nahi hai

It is truth, no accusation this,
No accusation, just the honest kiss
Of fact upon the cheek.
Who is not tethered to the one they seek?
Who is not bound, by vows they make?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?

This is the first mark of a man's life,
The first, the truest, sharpest knife.
The second: a craving, a hungry need,
The third: the aim, the planted seed.
He fears his own, the one he holds,
And flattering, a story told.
He flatters day and through the night,
Or else, what task would give him light?
Who is not tethered to the one they seek?
Who is not bound, by vows they make?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?

In wifely chains, a pleasure lies,
Oh, how it thrills, before our eyes!
Ask those who know, who truly see,
The secret of this ecstasy.
The more they butter, softly spread,
The more the joys are richly bred.
And buttering, it knows no wrong,
A sweet, persuasive, whispered song.
Who is not tethered to the one they seek?
Who is not bound, by vows they make?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?

Our lentil soup, her foreign hen,
A prize, we crave again and then.
We throw the seed, to snare the bird,
The cooing sound, a whispered word.
Then comes the beating, in the home,
And lashes fall, where shadows roam.
The tall are struck, the short are too,
The thin are punished, fat ones through.
The bald, the stuttering, all the same,
A whipping shared, a burning flame.
Such beatings, though, are not a crime,
They're part of living, losing time.
Who is not tethered to the one they seek?
It is truth, no accusation this,
Who is not bound, by vows they make?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?
Who is not bound, for goodness sake?