Jab aap chalti hai toh raaste ke patthar bhi phool ban jaate hai

When you walk then even the stones on the road turn into flowers

Main mafia ka woh pedh hi jadh se ukhaadkar phek doonga ... jiske saaye ke neeche jurm nanga-naach naach raha hai

I will uproot and throw away the tree of mafia ... under the shadow of which crime is dancing naked

Mohabbat kabhi nahi marti ... mohabbat ko koi nahi maar sakta ... mohabbat ke phool hamesha khile rahenge

Love never dies ... no one can kill love ... the flowers of love will always stay blossomed

Phool murjhane se bhi kaante nahi ho jaate ... us hi tarah sach ke haar jaane se woh jhooth nahi ban jaate

When flowers wither then they don't turn into thorns ... just like that when the truth loses then it doesn't turn into lies

Ek sharif aurat zindagi mein ek hi baar pyar karti hai ... yeh kali ek hi baar khilti hai ... ek baar nigahen milti hai ... ek baar mohabbat hoti hai

A respectful woman only falls in love once in her life ... this flower blossoms only once ... the eyes connect only once ... she loves only once

Mera baap ne mera naam Gulanand aaisi hi nahi rakha ... joh log mere saath anand se pesh aate hai ... unhe main gulab ki khushboo deta hoon ... aur joh log mere saath khroad se pesh aate hai ... unhe main gulab ke kaanton ki tarah chubne par majboor ho jaata hoon

My dad named me Gulanand not just like that ... those who behave with me peacefully ... I give them the fragrance of a rose flower ... and those who behave with me angrily ... I get compelled to hurt them like the thorns of a rose flower

Inki gardan kaatku, kundi banaku, phool naku sajai ... toh mai bhi Hyderabad ki nahi

If I don't cut his neck, lock it up, and decorate like a flower ... then I'm not from Hyderabad

Jeene ke liye phool hi nahi chunne padte hai ... balki kaante bhi hatane padte hai

To live you not only have to select flowers ... but you also have to remove the thorns

Public garden mein phool hote hai, tum jaise kaante nahi ... factory mein bonus hota hai, aaise badhe badhe ghaate nahi

There are flowers in a public garden, not thorns like you ... and there is bonus in a factory, not big big losses

Hum toh gulaab lene gaye the ... yahan toh guldasta hi haath mein aa gaya

I was trying to get a rose ... but the whole bouquet came in my hand

Sach pedh ke beej ki tarah hota hai ... jitna chahe dafna lo ... ek din bahar aa hi jaata hai

Truth is like a seed of a tree ... no matter how much you bury it ... one day it does come out

Phool kitne bhi khoobsurat ho ... unhe murjhana hi padta hai

No matter how beautiful a flower is ... it has to wither

Rishton ke phoolon ko baandne se hi guldasta banta hai

A bouquet is formed by tying the flowers of relationships

Surya purab ke bajaye paschim se nikal sakta hai ... reghistaan mein phool khil sakte hai lekin woh ... kabhi nahi hoga joh tum chahte ho, understand!

The sun can rise from the west instead of the east ... a flower can blossom in a desert but ... the thing that you want will never happen, understand!

Gunaah ke keechad mein begunaahi ke kamal kabhi nahi khil sakte

The flowers of innocence can never blossom in the mud of crime

Ab ke hum bichre toh shayad kabhi khwabon mein mile ... jis tarah sookhe hue phool kitaabon mein mile

If we separate now then may be we'll meet in the dreams ... just like dry flowers are found in a book

Phoola chaman khushi ka jaane bahar aaya ... aankhon ka noor aaya, dil ka qaraar aaya ... dekhe joh khwab dil ne, tabeer hai yeh unki ... humko bhi zindagi ka ab aetbaar aaya ... joh phool-e-ilahi, hasta rahe hamesha ... joh bagh-e-zindagi mein bankar bahar aaya

The flower garden blossomed when spring came ... my eyes were able to see the light and my heart was at peace ... this is an interpretation of the dreams that my heart had seen ... now even I was able to have faith in life ... let the god of flowers always be happy ... the one who has come in the garden of my life as spring

Nar ka naari se, phool ka phulwari se aur mandir ka pujari se hamesha ek hi naata rehta hai ... aur uska naam hai dharam

The relationship of a man with a woman, of a flower with a garden and of a temple with a priest is always only one ... and the name of that is duty

Khoobsurati ki tareef toh dekhte hi ki jani chahiye ... chahe woh koi ladki ho ya koi haseen phool

You should praise beauty the moment you see it ... whether it is a girl or a beautiful flower

Bachchon ko is bhavna se padha ki woh phoolon se bhi zyada sundar bane, zyada mahek de ... aaise guloheen se toh mulk gulistaan banega

Teach children with the passion that they become more beautiful and give more fragrance than a flower ... only with such children will our country become a flower garden