Hindu ko namaskar nahi bolega, Musalman ko salaam nahi karega, Christian ko good morning nahi bolega ... kyun ki apan yahan language ka lafda karne nahi aiyla

I will not say welcome to the Hindu, I will not salute to the Muslim, I will not wish good morning to the Christian ... because I haven't come here to cause any language issues

Saanp aur paap hamesha chaap chhod jaate hai

A snake and a sin always leave a mark

Pichle pachaas saalo mein hamare desh ne sirf mantri aur minister paida kiye hai ... ek neta paida nahi kiya

For the last 50 years our nation has only produced politicians and ministers ... it has not even produced a single leader

Kambakht yeh neend ki goli sula toh deti hai ... lekin lori nahi sunati

The sleep pill will put you to sleep ... but it won't sing a lullaby

Saale teri aankhen bahut bolti hai ... gaali de rahi hai

Bloody, your eyes talk a lot ... they are abusing me

Nobody is virgin in this world ... yahan tak ki kudrat bhi virgin nahi hai ... updar baadal ek doosre se chhedkhani karte hai ... neeche hum bheeg jaate hai ... kehte hai baarish ho gayi

Nobody is virgin in this world ... not even nature is a virgin ... the clouds tease each other in the skies ... and we get drenched down here ... and we say that it's raining

Hamare beete huye kal ka koi shareer nahi hota ... lekin uski maujoodgi ka ehsaas hamare aaj ko jinjhoor deta hai

Our past doesn't have a body ... but still the feeling of its presence disturbs our present

Jis desh ko hamare buzurgon ne apne pranon ki aahuti dekar azaad karaya ... ussi desh mein in kayaron ki fauj pal rahi hai

The country which our elders made free by sacrificing their lives ... in that country an army of these cowards is being raised

Darr ko apna bana lo ... dost ban jaata hai

Make fear as your dear one ... it'll become your friend

Raah kaunsi jaaun main ... chaurahe pe lut'ta cheer ... pyaade se pitt gaya wazir, pyaade se pitt gaya wazir ... chalo aakhri chaal ke chaal koi bichaun main ... sapna janama aur mar gaya ... basant ritu main baagh jadh gaya ... do din mile udhaar mein ... ghaate ke vyapar mein ... chaurahe pe lut'ta cheer ... pyaade se pitt gaya wazir

Which path should I walk on ... people are being robbed at the crossroads ... the queen lost to the pawn, the queen lost to the pawn ... make your last move as I plan mine ... a dream was born and then died ... the garden got ruined in the monsoon season ... we've got a couple of days to live ... in this business full of losses ... people are being robbed at the crossroads ... the queen lost to the pawn

Phool kabhi bhawron se, kinare kabhi leharon se, aur patte kabhi hawa ko dawat nahi dete ... unka toh choli daaman ka saath rehta hai

The flowers don't invite the bees, the shores don't invite the waves, and the leaves don't invite the breeze ... they're always made for each other

Zindagi ke ek modh par jaakar log aksar yehi sochte hai kaash ... zindagi phir se jeene mil jaati

Often on a junction in life people think and wish that ... hope they could get one more chance to live life

Prem is prithvi ki amar bhavna hai ... prem jeevan deta hai aur jeevan is hi prem ki agni mein jalkar bhasma ho jaata hai

Love is an immortal emotion on this earth ... love gives us life and life itself burns in the fire of love and turns into ashes

Hamare bhoot ka koi bhavishya nahi hota ... lekin woh bhoot hamare vartamaan mein zinda rehta hai

Our past doesn't have a future ... but still that past stays alive in our present

Zindagi barsaat ki sadak ki tarah hoti hai ... kabhi phislan, kabhi thokar

Life is like a road in the rains ... sometimes you slip and sometimes you fall

Kisi ka dost, kisi ka raazdaar, kisi ka humdard ... duniya mein har koi kisi na kisi ka kuch hota hi hai

Someone is a friend, someone is a secret bearer, someone is a soulmate ... everyone in this world is something to someone

Sikke ki jhankar aur uski chamak ... aadmi ko andha bana deti hai

The jingling and shine of coins (money) ... makes a man blind

Tere honthon ka kaala til joh nashtar bankar chubta hai ... karoon kurbaan Samarkandon Bukhara iske badle mein

The black mole on your lips pricks me like a knife ... I'll sacrifice even the holy cities for it

Aap toh aap hai, aap sab kuch hai ... aur toh aur hai, aur kuch bhi nahi

You are yourself, and you are everything ... others are others, and others are nothing

Zakhm maine diye hai marham bhi main hi lagaunga

I will apply the ointment since I have given the wounds