Chori ka kapda laathiyon ke gaj napta hai

Stolen cloth is always measured in an unfair way

Is underworld mein log ghuste toh pant kameez pehankar hai ... lekin rawangi kafan mein hoti hai

In underworld people enter wearing a pant and shirt ... but they leave in a shroud

Yeh cricketeron waale naam safe nahi hote ji ... kal ko woh run banane band karega ... log jootiyan isko marenge

These names of cricketers are not safe ... tomorrow if they stop scoring runs ... then people will hit him with shoes

Sharifon ka libaaz pehenne se ... awargi sharafat nahi ban jaati

Just by wearing decent clothes ... vagrancy doesn't turn into decency

Tum toh nakhat ho, dheet, besharam nandlala bade ... sada seenazori kari, pajori kari, tann ke vastruyon ki haaye aaj chori kari ... vastra dedo, tumse na kabhi paala pade ... tum toh nakhat ho, dheet, besharam nandlala bade

You are utterly shameless, bold, brazen young man ... always bullying, always teasing, and today you've gone so far as to stealing my clothes ... give them back, may I never cross paths with you again ... you are utterly shameless, bold, brazen young man

Yeh kapde joote fake chalte hai ... rishtey fake kabhi nahi hone chahiye ... jab rishton mein self-respect khatam ho jaati hai, woh khokle ho jaate hai ... aur phir hum fake hasi, fake khushi ke sahare jeene lagte hai

Clothes and shoes can be fake ... but relationships should never be fake ... when self-respect ends in a relationship, it becomes hollow ... and then we start living with fake smiles and fake happiness

Daaman uska aaya purze hokar haath mein ... udh gayi sone ki chidiya, reh gaye par haath mein

Her veil came into my hands torn to pieces ... the golden bird flew away, leaving only feathers in my hand