Hamara yeh bazaar ek kabristan hai ... aaisi auraton ka jinki roohen marr jaati hai ... aur jism zinda rehte hai

Our market is a graveyard ... of women whose souls have died ... but their body is still alive

Hum mein apna ilaaj-e-dard-e-dil karna bhi aata hai ... hum aaise jeene waale hai jinhe marna bhi aata hai

I know how to cure for my sorrow heart ... I'm someone who lives and also knows how to die

Zindagi ki raahon mein thokarein wohi khate hai ... joh oonche hokar chalte hai

Only those people stumble on the paths of life ... who walk with a tall posture

Har tawaif ek laash hai

Every prostitute is a dead body

Phoola chaman khushi ka jaane bahar aaya ... aankhon ka noor aaya, dil ka qaraar aaya ... dekhe joh khwab dil ne, tabeer hai yeh unki ... humko bhi zindagi ka ab aetbaar aaya ... joh phool-e-ilahi, hasta rahe hamesha ... joh bagh-e-zindagi mein bankar bahar aaya

The flower garden blossomed when spring came ... my eyes were able to see the light and my heart was at peace ... this is an interpretation of the dreams that my heart had seen ... now even I was able to have faith in life ... let the god of flowers always be happy ... the one who has come in the garden of my life as spring

Ab tak na khabar thi mujhe ujhade hue ghar ki ... aap aaye toh ghar be-sar-o-saman nazar aaya

Until now I wasn't aware of my ruined house ... when you came only then I was able to see my destituted house