Hai bahut andhyar, suraj nikalna chahiye ... ho kisi tarah se bhi, mausam badalna chahiye

It is very dark, the Sun must come out ... no matter which way, but the weather must change

Agar toofan ka raasta badalna mushkil ho jaye ... toh apna raasta badal lena chahiye

If it gets difficult to change the path of the storm ... then one must change their path

Agar mohabbat ka mausam theek nahi raha toh yeh apne apne ghar jayenge ... aur agar mohabbat ka mausam theek raha toh phir yeh gana gayenge

If the weather of romance is not good then they will go to their own houses ... and if the weather of romance is good then they will sing a song

Jab jab zulm ki aandhi badti hai ... usse rokne ke liye ek toofan aata hai

Whenever the wind of injustice grows ... there comes a storm to stop it

Aandhi jab chalti hai na ... toh haath chhodne ka nahi, haath thaamne ka waqt hota hai

When there is a storm blowing ... then it's the time to hold a hand, not to leave it

Garmi chahe mausam ki ho ya daulat ki ... sirf gadhe hi magan rehte hai us mein

Be it the heat of weather or of money ... only donkeys are happy in that

Yaadon ke jharokhon mein beeti hui baaton ko ... ukdhi hui saanson mein kuch lamhon ke raazon ko ... pyar ki shabnam mein unsune geeton ko ... sunsaan si rahon mein bhoole hue vaadon ko ... kaise koi yaad kare, kaise koi yaad kare ... khamosh sadaaon mein sapnon bhari raaton ko ... bheege hue mausam mein sarke hue aanchal ko ... moondi hui aankhon mein dhadakte nainon ko ... adh-khule hoton mein pritam ke chumman ko ... kaise koi yaad kare, kaise koi yaad kare

The past things in the windows of memories ... the secrets of some moments in the disturbed breathes ... the unheard songs in the dew of love ... the forgotten promises on the lonely paths ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that ... the nights filled with dreams in the silent voices ... the disturbed scarf in the wet weather ... the moving eyeballs in the blinking eyes ... the kiss with your lover with his half open lips ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that

Ek baar aasman se giri hui bijliyan vapas laut sakti hai ... toofan apna rukh badal sakta hai ... lekin is Sher Khan ka faisla kabhi nahi badal sakta

For once the lightning that falls from the sky can go back ... a storm can change its path ... but the decision made by Sher Khan will never change

Baarish ki boondon se darne waale toofan ka muqabla nahi kar sakte

You can't fight the storm if you are scared of rain drops

Zyada bhala na bolna ... zyada bhali na choop ... zyada bhala na barasna ... zyada bhali na dhoop

One should neither speak too much ... nor stay quiet all the time ... just like it's not good to have too much rain ... nor too much sunshine

Leader ke jazbaat ka, Bambai ki barsaat ka aur producer ki baat ka ... kabhi bharosa karna nahi chahiye

You should never trust ... the emotions of a leader, the rain of Mumbai and the words of a producer

Duniya mein har cheez badalti hai ... mausam, rishtey, naseeb

Everything in this world changes ... weather, relations, destiny

Yeh raat hai ya tumhari zulfein khuli hui hai ... hai chandni ya tumhari nazaron se meri raatein dhuli hui hai ... yeh chand hai ya tumhara kangan, sitaren hai ya tumhara aanchal ... hawa ka jhaunka hai ya tumhare badan ki khushboo ... yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahat ki tumne chupke se kuch kaha hai ... yeh soochta hoon main kabse gumsum, ki jabki mujhko bhi yeh khabar hai ki tum nahi ho, kahin nahi ho ... magar yeh dil hai ki keh raha hai ki tum yahin ho, yahin kahin ho

Is it night or is your hair disseminated ... is this moonlight or are my nights damped by your eyes ... is this the moon or your bangle, are these the stars or your scarf ... is this a gust of wind or the fragrance of your body ... is this the soft rustling sound of the leaves or did you whisper something ... I'm quietly thinking about this since a long time, and when I know that you are not here, nowhere around here ... but this heart is saying that you are here, somewhere around here

Mohabbat ke sailaab ke samne har deewar toot jaati hai

Every wall breaks in front of the storm of love

Baarish ki woh boodein achanak aisi lagne lagi ... jaise aasmaan se pani nahi, aag barasne lagi ho

Suddenly those raindrops felt as if ... the sky was dropping fire, not water

Aandhi mein udhte hue patte ko kya malum ... usse kahan se kahan bhatakna hoga

The leaf that blows in the storm ... does not know where all it has to wander

Yakeen nahi aata toh poocho in barfilay pahadon se, in nadi ki leharon se, in baharon se ... hum dono ke dilon ki awaaz ek hai, joh saath saath milkar in vaadiyon mein goonj uthegi

If you don't believe me then ask these snowy mountains, ask the waves of the river, ask this spring season ... the voice of our hearts is one, which will echo in these valleys together

Kuch nahi hai magar hai sab kuch bhi ... kya ajab cheez hai yeh kaagaz bhi ... baarishon mein hai naav kaagaz ki ... sardiyon mein alaav kaagaz ki ... aasman mein patang kaagaz ki ... saari duniya mein jung kaagaz ki

It's nothing but yet it's everything ... paper is such an unique thing ... boats are made from paper in the rains ... fire is made from paper in the winter ... kites made from paper fly in the sky ... the entire world is fighting for paper

Kapda hai bahut zyada par kameez bahut tang hai ... badal hai bahut zyada par baraste kitne kam hai

There is a lot of cloth but the shirt is very short ... there are a lot of clouds but they shower so less

Is shehar ki barsaat ka, neta ki baat ka aur producer ki zaat ka ... kabhi bharosa nahi karna chahiye ... kyun ki yeh sab jhoot bechte hai

You should never trust the rain of this city, the words of a politician and the persona of a producer ... because all of these sell lies