God is very generous ... where he closes one door, over there he opens a 100 doors

This world is a bank of god ... the one who deposits on earth ... he will cash out in heaven

Without spice food is like a full moon night without the moon, engine without coal and a well without water

You talk about crores and you remunerate hardly anything

I'm a pot of lentil ... the one who spins the spoon, I'll become theirs

Even the radio keeps on changing the songs it plays ... but you'll play only that one song

The one who adulterates in food ... he will fall in both worlds