Kehne ko toh fitna hoon, magar main hoon qayamat ... aji is kalam ke ustre se bana deta hoon badhe badhon ki hajamat

People may call me a mischief-maker, but I'm doomsday itself ... using the razor of my words, I shave down even the greatest of the great

Charah gar chhod tere bas ka nahin rog mera ... sher nikaalte hai aap aur log uchaalte hai naam mera

Stop trying to heal my illness if it's beyond your cure ... you write the verses, yet it's my name that the world lifts high

Paan roz aakar udhaar khate ho ... aur uspe turrah yeh ke batwa chupate ho

Every day you come and get betel quid on credit ... and on top of that you hide your wallet

Jeet gaye toh kya kehna ... haare bhi toh baazi maat nahin

It will be great if I win ... but even if I lose, I won't be truly beaten

Shabash barkhurdar, noor chasham, rahat-e-jaan ... tum chamkaoge apne ustad ka naam

Well done my boy, the light of my eyes, the comfort of my soul ... you will make your teacher's name famous

Na joru na jaata, Allah miyah se naata

Neither wife nor wealth, I only have a bond with Allah

Taqdeer buri ho toh ilm bhi dhaara reh jaata hai

When destiny turns against you, even knowledge becomes useless