Yahan libaaz ki keemat hai aadmi ki nahi ... mujhe glass bada de sharab kam karde

Here there is value of a dress but not of a person ... give me less alcohol but give me in a big glass

Choti choti chitrayi yaadein, bichhi hui hai lamho ki lawn pe ... nange pair unpar chalte chalte itni door aa gaye hai ... ki ab bhool gaye hai joote kahaan utare the ... edi komal thi jab aaye the, thodi si nazuk hai abhi bhi aur nazuk hi rahegi ... in khatti meethi yaadon ki shararat jab tak inhe gudgudati rahe ... sach bhool gaye hai joote kahan utaare the ... par lagta hai ki ab unki zaroorat nahi

All the little shreds of memories are scattered on the lawn of stolen moments ... I've come so far walking on them bare feet ... that now I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... my soles were soft when I came, and they are still weak and they will remain weak ... for as long as the pranks of these bittersweet memories go on tickling them ... truly I've forgotten where I left my shoes ... but now I think I won't need them

Jis aandhi toofan mein logon ke aashiyane udh jaate hai ... us mein hum chaddi aur banyan sukhate hai

The storms in which people lose their beautiful homes ... in those we dry our undergarments

Jinke ghar sheeshe ke hote hain ... woh batti bujhakar kapde badalte hain

Those who have glass houses ... they change their clothes after turning off the lights

Chandni aanchal mein bhar layi hai tu ... raat yeh chamki hai jab aayi hai tu

You have brought the moonlight in your cape ... the night has started shining since you came

Chappad phad ke de sakti hoon ... aur chappal phad ke bhi

I can give you beyond limits ... and I can hit you with my slippers to

Main woh bala hoon joh jooton se tum jaise kutton ke sarr phodta hoon

I am that trouble who breaks the head of dogs like you with shoes

Yeh toh underwear dost nikle

They turned out to be underwear (old) friends

Taang se kapda hatte toh poore tann ki laaj jaave hai

When the clothes don't cover the legs then the honor of the whole body goes away

Main daudunga in pairon se, tu bhaga le apni gaadiyan ... teri akal itni kam hai, jitni kam meri maa ke paas sareeyan

I'll run with my legs and you can speed in your cars ... you hardly have anything in your brain, just like my mother has hardly any sarees

Chashme se leke joote tak saare brand nakli videshi hai ... par saala aadmi desi hoon

From my sunglasses to my shoes everything is fake international brand ... but I'm a true Indian man

Gujarati ke haath se dandiya ... Tarzan ke badan se jhangiya ... aur Chetan Bhagat ke haath se rupaiya ... koi nahi cheen sakta

No one can steal ... dancing from the Gujaratis ... the underwear from a Tarzan's body ... and money from Chetan's and Bhagat's hand

Hamare samne tumhari wahi aukaad hai ... joh kainchi ke samne kapde ki hoti hai

Your status in front of us is the same ... as the status of cloth in front of scissors

Main guru hoon beta chela tu, aaja mujhse seekh le ... maa ko saree dilade tu, yeh ek rupaiye ki bheek le

I'm your guru and you're my student, come and learn from me ... here's one rupee as alms, now go and get your mother a saree

Main yahan teen mahine se doodh ke glass aur petticoat ke naade ke sapne dekh raha hoon ... aur laundiya ne tere naam ka Karva Chauth vrat rakha hai

I have been dreaming here for 3 months about the glass of milk and the string of the petticoat ... and the girl has kept the fast of Karva Chauth under your name

Isse kehte hai mast chick ... one piece item in two piece bikini

This is called a great chick ... one piece of beauty in two piece bikini

Shehar mein rehkar, nayi roshni mein palkar ... hamara libaas badal sakta hai ... hamari sabhyata toh nahi

Living in a city and growing up in new sunlight ... can change our attire ... but not our civility

To understand you ... the elephant wear underwear ... easy

It is easier for the elephant to wear an underwear ... than making you understand

Ab main bina petrol ki gaadi aur bina nashe ki taadi hoon ... ab main woh phateli sari hoon jisko koi hijhra bhi nahin pehne

I am now like a car without petrol and an alcoholic drink without intoxication ... I am now like a torn sari which even a eunuch will not wear

Hamare zamane mein kaha karte the ki aashiq ke teen thikane hai ... kapde phatte, baal latte, aur chaurahe pe datte

In our days it was said that a lover has three signs ... ripped clothes, messy hair, and sitting idle on the crossroads