raj kapoor si nili aankhe devanand ki chal
dharmendar ka mardanapan or dilip ke bal
sanjay sa chail chabila shashi sa sharmila
or manoj sa bhola bhala shammi sa rangila
shokh ho wo rajindar jaisa or sunil sa baka
jisme itne gun ho sakhi ri jod usi se taka
na bangla na motar mangu na kapda na gahna
aisa shohar mil jaye to kismat ka kya kahna

kamar helan ki aanhke padmini ki gal vimi ke
ada asha ki shokhi sadhna ki bal simi ke
nutan ka kad sharmila ki angdai
babita ki jawani or nanda ki si rahnai
vahida ki tabasum or lina ki si masti
ada me naaz me nahkre me hema malini jaisi
najar jise dekhke sharmsaar ho jaye
agar biwi mile aisi to beda par ho jaye

na wo bangle ka malik ho na motar car rakhta ho
na chokidar rakhta ho na khidmat gar rakhta ho
magar rahkta ho wo johar jo rahkta ho na har koi
watan ka dard or insaniyat se pyar rakhta ho
na wo bangle ka malik ho subhash jaisa bahadur or
bagat singh sa dilawar ho watan ki aan par sar
jo haskar nichawar ho usi ko mai banaungi
rakh ke jindagi apni dua mangu ke pura ho
sakhi mera hasi sapna na wo banle ka malik ho

pujari husn ka hu mai na diwana jawani ka
ke ye chize hai aisi bulbula ho jaise pani ka
na bangla chahiye mujhko na motar chahiye mujhko
samjhta hu na mai daulat ko maksad jindgani ka
daya ki murti ho dharm ki taswir ho
aise ke jiske aage sar jhuk jaye har hindustani ka
mujhe patni mile aise jo ye asaf rakhti ho
mujhe patni mile aise jo ye asaf rakhti ho
kaleja chand biwi ka kaleja chand biwi ka
jigar jhansi ki rani ka pujari husn ka hu mai
na diwana jawani ka

His eyes, a Kapoor blue, a walk like Dev,
Dharmendra's strength, and Dilip's hair to weave
A spell. A Sanjay's charm, a Shashi's shy grace,
A simple heart like Manoj, a Shami's playful face.

As Rajinder, bold, like Sunil, a daring stride,
With all such virtues, dear friend, let him be my bride.
No mansion, no car, I ask not for clothes or gems,
If such a husband comes, then what of fortune's hems?

A Helen's waist, Padmini's eyes, Vimi's cheeks,
Asha's playful wit, Sadhana's flowing peaks.
A Nutan's height, Sharmila's gentle sighs,
Babita's youth, and Nanda's radiant rise.

Waheeda's smile, Leena's joyful glee,
In grace, in pride, in every sweet decree,
Like Hema Malini, a vision to behold,
Whose beauty makes the very gaze grow old.
If such a wife is mine, then safe my voyage will be.

He need not own a mansion, nor a motor's gleam,
No guards, no servants to fulfill a dream.
But holds a strength, uncommon and so rare,
A love for homeland, with humanity's care.

Not a mansion's master, but a Subhash, brave and bold,
A Bhagat Singh in spirit, a story to be told,
Who for his nation, offers life with glee,
Him I shall make my own, for eternity.
With all my life, I pray, this dream will bloom,
He need not own a mansion, dispelling all the gloom.

A worshiper of beauty, not a youth's devotee,
For these are bubbles, fleeting, like the sea.
No mansion do I seek, no car to claim,
I see not wealth as life's enduring aim.

A form of mercy, a depiction of what's right,
Before whom every Indian bows with all their might.
I pray for a wife, who holds these virtues near,
A heart like Chand Bibi's, banishing all fear.
A heart like Chand Bibi's, a soul so bold,
The courage of Jhansi, a story to be told.
A worshiper of beauty, not a youth's devotee.