Humne wahan apna khoon bahaya jahan tera pasina nikla ... bade bhai se bhi badhkar samjha tujhe ... par saale tu toh bada kamina nikla

I shed my blood where you were sweating ... I considered you even bigger than a big brother ... but bloody you turned out to be a big rascal

Jhoot ke haathon se khodi gayi kabar mein sachchai dafnayi nahi jayegi

Truth will not be buried in a grave which is dug by the hands of a lie

Isne tumhe dekha angle badal badalke ... aur tumne isse maara sandal badal badalke

He looked at you from different different angles ... and you hate him with different different sandals

Woh copy hi kya jiska koi cover na ho ... aur woh ladki hi kya jiska koi lover na ho

What good is a book which doesn't have a cover ... and what good is a girl who doesn't have a lover

Jhoot ek vaishaya ki tarah hai ... jisse lakh parde mein rakho, magar uski asliyat nahi chupti

A lie is like a prostitute ... no matter how much you keep it behind the curtain, you cannot hide it's reality

Court ka ghar mein deri hai ... magar Bandra aur Andheri nahi

Delays are there in a court house ... but it doesn't have Bandra and Andheri in it

Woh mooch hi kya jisse phera na jaye ... aur woh husn hi kya jisse cheda na jaye

What good is a mustache which is not turned ... and what good is a beautiful body which is not teased