Ameeron se gareebon ki haddiyan toh chabayi ja sakti hai ... unke ghar ki roti nahi

Rich people can chew the bones of poor people ... but not the food of their house

Ab hua malum aahon ka dhuan hota hai kya ... apne daaman mein lagi aag toh rota hai kya?

Now you know how it feels like to be in pain and sorrow ... and now that you're on fire, you're crying?

Main tera khoon karoonga aur tera ghost apni gali ke kutton ko khilaonga

I'll kill you and give your meat to the dogs of my colony

Jab gareeb ka khoon khaulta hai ... toh uske gusse ke sailaab mein daulat ke bade se bade pahad toot jaate hai

When the blood of a poor person boils ... then in that flood of anger even the biggest mountain of money breaks apart

Mazloomon ka saathi, bebason ka bhai ... aur ablaon par zulm karne waalon ke liye kasai hoon main

I'm a friend for the victims, a brother for the helpless ... and I'm a butcher for those who do injuctice on the weak