Naam hai ishq mera, husn ka deewana hoon ... kabhi bhanwara kabhi bulbul, kabhi parwana hoon ... mere hi dum se haseeno mein mohabbat jaagi ... naaz-o-andaz-o-adashokhi shararat jaagi ... jab haseen log mera naam liya karte hai ... dono haathon se jigar thaam liya karte hai ... phir bhi tanhai ka ehsaas liye phirta hoon ... ek dariya hoon magar pyaas liye phirta hoon

My name is love and I'm crazy for a beautiful body ... sometimes I'm a bee, sometimes a bulbul bird, sometimes a moth ... it's due to me that the beauties have fallen in love ... they have grace and style due to me ... when beautiful people take my name ... then they hold their heart with both hands ... but still I roam around feeling lonely ... I'm a sea, but I roam around being thirsty

Maut aur zindagi ki lakeer toh pehda hote hi uparwaala likh deta hai

The lines of life and death are written by god when you're born

Main yoon hi bekhudi mein keh gaya hoon dilruba tumko ... khuda ka khauff na hota toh keh deta khuda tumko

I've called you as my beloved in your intoxication ... if I didn't fear God, I would've called you God himself

Mana ki bandook aur talwar mein bahut dum hai ... lekin kalam aur kalam ki awaaz hazaron bandookon aur lakhon talwaron par bhari hai

I agree that there is a lot of power in a gun and a sword ... but a pen and the words from a pen can overcome thousands of guns and millions of swords

Wafa ki aag hum zalim tere dil mein laga denge ... kasam teri kisi din ishq karna bhi sikha denge

I'll ignite the fire of loyalty in your heart ... I swear on you, someday I'll also teach you how to fall in love

Jung chahe farz ki ho ya dilon ki ... humein dono jeetna aata hai

Whether the war is for duty or for the hearts ... we know how to win them both

Roop badal lene se badan ki boo nahi badalti

By changing your appearance the smell from your body doesn't change

Hum ahl-e-ishq hai, teer aur talwar se nahi darte ... nazar bhar dekh lo zalim toh khud hi mar jaayein

I'm a lover, and I'm scared of arrows and swords ... just look at me for once, and I'll simply die myself

Sab kuch khuda se maang liya tujhko maangkar ... uthte nahi hai haath mere is dua ke baad

I've asked everything from God, by asking for you ... now my hands don't rise after this prayer

Journalist mar sakta hai ... journalism nahi

A journalist can die ... but not journalism