shadi ho to dekhan jaye aurat ko hi pahle
ho jo naukari sahab bulaye aurat ko hi pahle samjhe na
waqt ram ne sabhi dikhaye aurat ko hi pahle
railgadi ka ticket dilaye aurat ko hi pahle
arey wah wah kya zamana hai
aaya hai zamana aurat ka ji
aaya hai zamana aurat ka sun lo afsana aurta ka
aaya hai zamana aurat ka ji aaya hai zamana aurat ka

istayhar par aurat dekho dekho har saman pe aurat
bidi ke bandal par aurat hai kapde ke than pe aurat
natak ke parde pe aurat harma ke eailan pe aurat
arey sach puchho to chhai hui sabhi jaha pe aurat
arey isliye to kahta hu bhai
aaya hai zamana aurat ka ji
aaya hai zamana aurat ka sun lo afsana aurta ka
aaya hai zamana aurat ka ji
aaya hai zamana aurat ka
bhasha likhne wale the kya aurat ke gulam
arey aurat jat ki sab chijo ka uncha
rakha naam batau kaise

bade seth ki muchh dekho dhoti chapal ghadi dekho
sahi khane ki bindi mala motiyo ki ladi dekho
aye gadi wadi lari dekho baba ji ki dadhi dekho
sethani ki sadi dekho mohan ki muraliya dekho
ganga dekho jamuna dekho dhal aur talwar dekho
railgadi aur car dekho

aag me tali masuk ki gali surta dekho mohabbat dekho
ijjat dekho kismat dekho dekho dekho duniya dekho
jaha bhi dekho aurat aurat aurat dekho

When a marriage blooms, the first glance seeks her face,
In job offers, the call goes out to her embrace,
Time, like a river, reveals all, and her place,
For train tickets, her name lights up the space.
Oh, what a world, a shifting phase,
The era of woman, in a dazzling haze,
Listen to the tale, in these modern days,
The era of woman, in countless ways.

In advertisements, her image takes flight,
On every product, a feminine light,
On cigarette packs, in garments so bright,
On theater stages, bathed in her might,
Everywhere, it's her presence that thrives,
That's why I say, as the new era arrives,
The era of woman, as the story survives,
The era of woman, in all of our lives.

Were the poets slaves to a feminine art?
To elevate woman, a role to impart,
Let me show you, how to play your part:

Observe the wealthy man's mustache, so grand,
His dhoti, his shoes, the watch on his hand,
The bindi, the jewels, the food at command,
The cars and the carts, across the land,
Behold the old man's beard, a story unfurled,
The wealthy wife's sari, a beautiful world,
The flute of the lover, as passions are swirled,
The Ganges, the Yamuna, in the heavens unfurled,
The shield and the sword, in battles displayed,
The train and the car, in the sunlight arrayed,
In fire, in oil, the love that is swayed,
The lover's lane, where secrets are laid,
Her face, her love, her honor so high,
Her fate, the world, as the moments go by,
Wherever you look, as the seasons fly,
Woman, woman, forever nearby.