Jab suraj aankhen band kare, sajke nikalti hai Mumbai ... kabhi uljhati, kabhi girati, kabhi sambhalti hai Mumbai ... kabhi baap ka thappad, kabhi maa ki godh hai Mumbai ... tang galiyon ki bul-bulaiyan, kabhi phaila samundar hai Mumbai ... pal pal kachole badalti jhole ka pitara hai Mumbai ... sapno bhari aankhon ka, beghar banjaron ka, mohabbat ke maaron ka aasra hai Mumbai ... kabhi sangdil toh kabhi humdil ... pairon mein chakkar dale har pal daudti hai Mumbai ... maano toh maya nagri, na maano toh patthar ka shehar hai Mumbai

When the sun closes his eyes, then Mumbai adorns and comes out ... Mumbai at times is confusing, at times it's stumbling, at times it gets up ... at times Mumbai is a slap from a father, at times it's the lap of a mother ... Mumbai is a maze of tight streets, and sometimes it's like a vast spread ocean ... Mumbai is a trunk of disguises that change every moment ... Mumbai is the hope for the eyes filled with dreams, for nomads without a house, for lovers lost in love ... at times it's cruel and at times it's affectionate ... Mumbai runs all the time on its legs ... if you believe in Mumbai then it's a magical city, if you don't believe in Mumbai then it's a city of stones

Yeh shehar jitna zameen ke upar hai na ... utna hi zameen ke neeche hai

The height this city has above the ground ... it is that much deeper beneath the ground as well

Bijnor mein gunda pakda gaya ... hairan hoon is daur mein gunda pakda gaya

A goon was caught in Bijnor ... I'm surprised that a goon was caught in this era

Choona jamke padna chahiye, chahe paan ho Banaras ya Kolkate ka ... saboot tagda hona chahiye, chahe thank you bolna pade kisi bhi ullu de pathe da

The lime paste must be applied properly, be it a betel leaf of Banaras or Kolkata ... the evidence should be strong, even if you have to say thank you to a fool

Abhe Chambal ghaati se bagaye hue C-grade ke daku!

Hey you C-grade dacoit on the run from the mountains of Chambal!

(Tum kya tofha dogi mujhe?) ... Delhi ka dil, Mumbai ki mohabbat, Chennai ki chahat aur Punjab ka pyar

(What gift will you give me?) - The heart from Delhi, the romance from Mumbai, the affection from Chennai and the love from Punjab

Is shehar ko yeh malum nahi ki pada kisse paala hai ... Barkhi ko mil gayi chutti, ab yeh shehar badalne waala hai

This city doesn't know against whom is it standing ... Barkhi has got a holiday, and now this city is going to change

America jis galeban mein phool daalta hai ... Russia jis galeban mein haar daalta hai ... tumne us galeban pe haath daala?

The neck on which America puts flowers ... the neck on which Russia puts a garland ... you put your hands on that neck?

Yeh maut ka shehar hai ... is shehar ki galiyon mein andhera hi andhera hai

This is the city of death ... and there is darkness in the streets of this city

Maut aur Mumbai se koi lautke nahi aata

No one ever comes back from death or Mumbai

Paris mein pyar karna aasaan hai ... par pyar paana bahut mushkil

It is easy to love in Paris ... but it is very hard to get love

Everybody is somebody in Delhi ... nobody is a nobody

Everybody is somebody in Delhi ... nobody is a nobody

Yeh sala shehar jitna humein deta hai, usse kahin zyada hamari leta hai

This damn city takes much more from us than it ever gives

Kab tak chupegi kairi patton ki aad mein ... kabhi na kabhi toh aayegi Bhendi Bazaar mein

Until when will the mango hide behind the leaves ... at some point it'll come in Bhendi Bazaar for sale

Maarenge kaan mein, giroge Japan mein

I'll hit you in your ear and you'll go fall in Japan

Kabhi hasta nahi, kabhi rota nahi ... yeh shehar awara kabhi sota nahi

It never laughs and it never cries ... this vagrant city never sleeps

Dilli dil walon ki hai ... aur Mumbai sabki

Delhi belongs to the people with a great heart ... and Mumbai belongs to everyone

Bombay ki public ko nahi jaanti hai aap ... maar maarke design badal deti hai

You don't know the people of Bombay ... they'll beat you up and change your design

Is shehar mein jab roshni ki aadat padh jaye na ... toh andheron se darr lagne lagta hai

In this city when you get used to the light ... then you start fearing darkness

Khemgadh ka cheetah hoon ... shikaar par hi jeeta hoon

I'm a cheetah from Khemgadh ... and I live off my prey