o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
warna tumhein hathkadiyan lagengi
le aaunga main police waale
o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale

dekho tumhaari neeyat hai khoti
bangla bada har ik cheez chhoti
dekho tumhaari neeyat hai khoti
bangla bada har ik cheez chhoti
sab paise waalon ko jaanta hoon
tum logon ko main pehchanta hoon
upar se gore, andar se kaale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
biwi karo meri mere hawale

kutte galli ke sab chhod doonga
darwaze khidkiyan sab tod doonga
kutte galli ke sab chhod doonga
darwaze khidkiyan sab tod doonga
sone ke tum us pijre ko kholo
jaake meri us bulbul ko bolo
apne balam ko andar bulaa le
biwi karo meri mere hawale
biwi karo meri mere hawale

o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
warna tumhein hathkadiyan lagengi
le aaunga main police waale
o meri sasu o mere sale
biwi karo meri mere hawale
biwi karo meri mere hawale

biwi ke gam mein barbaad hu mai
biwi ke gam mein barbaad hu mai
daakoo nahin hu daamaad hu mai
rishte mein tum sab mujh se kam hai
tum mein se jisake sine mai dam ho
aaye mujhe is ghar se nikaale
biwi karo meree mere hawale
biwi karo meree mere hawale
o meree saasu o mere saale
biwi karo meree mere hawale
biwi karo meree mere hawale

Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Hand my wife over to me, I implore,
Or shackles will bind you, and that’s a sore.
I’ll summon the law, its presence to pour.
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.

Your intentions, they fester, a shadowed design,
A mansion of grandeur, yet small in its shine.
Your intentions, they fester, a shadowed design,
A mansion of grandeur, yet small in its shine.
I know the rich, their coffers and gleam,
And the hidden darkness that dwells in your dream.
Fair faces you wear, yet your spirits are frail,
Hand my wife over to me, lest my spirit should wail.
Hand my wife over to me, lest my spirit should wail.

The street dogs I'll free, their hunger will bite,
And doors and windows, I'll shatter with might.
The street dogs I'll free, their hunger will bite,
And doors and windows, I'll shatter with might.
Unlock the gilded cage, let freedom take wing,
And tell my nightingale, her sweet song to sing.
To call her beloved, her balm and her guide,
Hand my wife over to me, where love can confide.
Hand my wife over to me, where love can confide.

Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Or shackles will bind you, and that’s a sore.
I’ll summon the law, its presence to pour.
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.

In sorrow for her, I'm shattered and undone,
In sorrow for her, my world is outrun.
I am not a robber, but her husband I claim,
In this kinship, you all are less than my name.
Let the bravest among you step forth, and try,
To banish me from this house, beneath this dark sky.
Hand my wife over to me, where love can sustain,
Hand my wife over to me, where love can sustain,
Oh, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law,
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.
Hand my wife over to me, I implore.