Ek gareeb ki sabse badi daulat uski izzat hai ... aur woh izzat dekar bhi apna pyar, apne sapne kabhi nahi khareed sakta

The biggest wealth of a poor person is his respect ... and even if he gives away his respect, he still won't be able to buy his love, his dreams

Har daulat ke peeche koi na koi jurm hota hai ... aur jab tak jurm nahi karta na koi lakhpati banta hai, na crorepati

There is a crime behind every piece of money ... and until a person commits a crime, he doesn't become a millionaire

Main akela hi chala tha apni manzil ki taraf ... log saath aate gaye aur karavan banta gaya ... khoon-e-dil se humne likhi gham ki yoon dastan ... zindagi ka shandar ek gulsitan banta gaya

I started alone towards my destination ... people joined and it started to become a caravan ... I wrote the story of sorrow with the blood of my heart ... and the spectacle of life turned into a garden

Sona ho ya chandi, usse tolne ka tarazu lohe ya peetal hi ka hota hai ... is hi tarah duniya ki har cheez insaaniyat ke tarazu pe toli jaati hai

Be it gold or silver, the balance used to weigh them is made of iron or brass ... just like that everything in this world is weighed on the balance of humanity

Gareebon ka khoon jab saanche mein dhalta hai toh yeh sikka banta hai ... aur jab yeh sikka bazar mein tulta hai ... toh kisi gareeb ke bhai ko kitaabein milti hai, college milta hai ... aane waale sunhere kal ki umeedein milti hai

When the blood of a poor person is moulded then this coin is formed ... and when this coin is weighed in the market ... then a brother of a poor person gets books, college ... and hopes of a brighter tomorrow

Mohabbat ho ya jung ... do hi cheezein jeeta sakti hai ... ek rokda aur doosra danda

Be it love or war ... only two things can help you win ... one money and other stick

Mere maula kab talak gussa na unpar aayega ... zaalimon pe rehman aakhir kab talak farmayega ... kab talak hote rahenge bekason pe zulm aur sitam ... kab talak yeh khooni manzar bas tu dekhe jayega

My lord until when I can hold my anger ... until when will you show mercy on the cruel people ... until when will the innocent go through injustice and cruelty ... until when will we keep seeing this bloody scene

Daulat ki mandi mein kanoon hamare isharon par kathputli ki tarah naachta hai ... aur insaaf hum karte hai, hum

In the market of money the law dances like a puppet on my indications ... and I do the justice, I do it

Agar ab bhi tumhe gareeb ki taqat ka andaaza nahi toh jao ... duniya mein jitne mahal bane hai ... unki khandaron ki ek ek eent se poocho ki tumhe banane waala kaun aur mitaane waala kaun

If you still don't understand the power of a poor man ... then go to all the mansions of the world ... and ask each and every brick of their construction as to who is the one who made them and who will destroy them

Iski laash ke itne tukde banenge ... ki rone waala yeh bhi samajh nahi payega ki kis tukde ko pakadkar roye

There will be so many pieces made of his dead body ... that the person crying will not be able to understand as to which piece to hold and cry

Yeh woh danda hai joh badan pe pade toh chamdi phatti nahi hai ... dard haddiyon tak ghus jaata hai

If this stick hits your body then your skin won't tear ... but the pain will enter into the bones

Zulm phir zulm hai ... badta hai toh mitt jaata hai ... khoon phir khoon hai ... tapakta hai toh jam jaata hai

Cruelty is still cruelty ... when it grows it is erased ... blood is still blood ... when it flows then it dries up