zarurat hai zarurat hai, sakht zarurat hai
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
ek shrimati ki, kalawati ki, sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
ek shrimati ki, kalawati ki, sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai

hasi hajaro bhi ho khade, magar usi par najar pade
hasi hajaro bhi ho khade, magar usi par najar pade
ho julf gaalo se khelati, ke jaise din rat se lade
ho ho ho ho
adaao me bahar ho, nigaho me khumar ho
kubul mera pyar ho to kya bat hai
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
ek shrimati ki, kalawati ki, sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai

jhatak ke gesu jaha chale, to sath me aasma chale
jhatak ke gesu jaha chale, to sath me aasma chale
lipat ke kitne bhi pao se, ye puchhate ho kaha chale
ho ho ho ho
pyar se jo kam le, hans ke salam le
wo hath mera tham le, to kya bat hai
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
ek shrimati ki, kalawati ki, sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai

itar me sanse basi basi, wo mastiyo me rasi rasi
itar me sanse basi basi, wo mastiyo me rasi rasi
jara si palke jhuki jhuki, bhave ghaneri kasi kasi
ho ho ho ho
phulo me gulab ho khud apna jawab ho
wo pyar ki kitab ho to kya bat hai
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
ek shrimati ki, kalawati ki, sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai

ha ha shrimati ki, ho ho kalawati ki
sewa kare jo pati ki
zarurat hai zarurat hai, zarurat hai
sakht zarurat hai

The need, the desperate need, a yearning deep,
The need, the need, a secret I must keep.
A wife I crave, a Kalavati's grace,
Whose love attends, in this lonely space.
The need, the need, a longing to embrace.
A wife I crave, a Kalavati's grace,
Whose love attends, in this lonely space.
The need, the need, within my heart's embrace.

Though beauty's legions may throng the way,
Her gaze, alone, will light my day.
Her tresses dance, on rosy cheek,
Where day and night in battle speak.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
With spring's sweet touch, in every deed,
And eyes that hold the soul I need,
If she accepts, my loving plea,
Then what a joy, for her and me!
The need, the need, a whispered plea.
A wife I crave, a Kalavati's grace,
Whose love attends, in this lonely space.
The need, the need, eternally.

Her flowing hair, a vibrant trail,
Where skies themselves begin to hail.
And many cling to her, with fear,
And ask, “Where do we wander here?”
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
With gentle words, and laughter's gleam,
If she would hold my hand, a dream,
What perfect bliss, if this is true,
Then what a joy for me and you!
The need, the need, the love to pursue.
A wife I crave, a Kalavati's grace,
Whose love attends, in this lonely space.
The need, the need, forever new.

Her breath, perfumed, a fragrant sigh,
Lost in a sweet, intoxicating sky.
Her lowered lashes, soft and deep,
With brows that secrets gently keep.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Like rose among the flowers bright,
Answering every longing of the light,
She is love's book, the cherished prize,
Then what a joy before my eyes!
The need, the need, a sweet surprise.
A wife I crave, a Kalavati's grace,
Whose love attends, in this lonely space.
The need, the need, my paradise.
Yes, yes, a wife I seek, a Kalavati's gaze,
Whose love attends, in these sacred days.
The need, the need, in countless ways,
A desperate need, in life's sweet maze.