If it ain't heavy ... then that enmity is not great

The road of my kingdom ... starts from the entrance of humanity, passes through the areas of mercy and honesty ... and ends at the door of the heart

My rule is ... first meet, then talk, and then if needed kick

Those whose own houses made of glass ... do not throw stones at others

I will kill you in such a way ... that even the sleep of your future generations will run away by the scare of that

Your wounds are fresh from my weltering ... and my eyes are filled with your tears

Where will anyone get the torment that I have in my heart ... if you want to hear about my condition, then listen through my words

Snakes and scorpios don't bite a tiger ... they crawl and move from far and far away

Nowadays love is not a disease that lasts for life ... it has become an intoxication of time which comes in the evening, and goes away in the morning

When you come near me ... my hunger dies, and my thirst rises

Why are you feeling shy today in my arms ... one day I will take you away in a palanquin

Saw your feet, they are very beautiful ... don't place them on the ground ... they will get dirty

The land of others is just land ... and my land is one revolution

Tell her that she is a dream of mine, she is the moonlight shining in my heart ... tell her that the colour in the wheat fields, the impulse in the butterflies flying around ... tell her that the nimble youth of the waterfalls, the freshness of the mountains, the honour ... tell her that stretching of the swings and the tune of the flying scarves ... tell her that the fire from the music of the mill, wavering youth, playful wedding ... tell her that the thirst of the kohl of the bride, the hot and cold sweetness of the first rain ... when all of these colourful things were collected, then God made you Heer

Elevate yourself to such an extent that before setting the destiny ... God himself shall ask the person, tell me what is your desire?

You've given a pack of cards in my hands ... it's like you've given me the game

Rana's death is not that small ... that it can come inside your fist

If you still don't change ... then I'll have to change for you

A sword is a weapon which when is held by a friend then there is no bigger friend than him ... and if the same sword is held by an enemy then there is no bigger enemy than him

Call a cheap tailor from the market and order the size of your shroud