Achcha ladka dhoondne se nahi ... kismat se milta hai

You don't find a good boy by looking for him ... you get him with destiny

Jab jab zulm ki aandhi badti hai ... usse rokne ke liye ek toofan aata hai

Whenever the wind of injustice grows ... there comes a storm to stop it

Mohabbat ki maar ka bada meetha meetha dard hota hai

The pain from the wound of love is very sweet

Tujhe Pavan-putra ka vardaan hai ... unka diya hua dhanush baan hai ... teri raksha ke liye toofan hai

You have the blessings of Lord Hanuman ... you have his bow and arrow ... and the storm is there for your protection