Bali hamesha bakre ki di jaati hai ... sher ki nahi

A sacrifice is always given of a goat ... not of a tiger

Meri goli se bachne ke liye tujhe baar-baar khushkismat hona padega ... aur mujhe sirf ek baar

To escape from my bullet you'll have to be lucky again and again ... and I just have to be lucky once

Joh apni maa ki izzat nahi karte ... main unka baap bankar aata hoon

Those who don't respect their mother ... I become their father and come along

Main is haramzade ki woh halat banaonga ki vaid aur hakeem bhi pareshaan ho jayenge aur soochenge ... ki thopda kaunsa hai aur haath pair kaunse hai

I'll make such a condition of this rascal that even doctors and physicians will get confused and think that ... which is his face and which are his hands and legs

Lagta hai sode ki bottal ke tarah josh khatam ho gaya hai

Looks like he has lost the spirit just like a soda bottle

Hum haath milana bhi jaante hai, haath ukhaadna bhi ... hum Gandhiji ko bhi poojte hai, Chandra Shekar Azad ko bhi ... main bhi pehle pyar se samjhata hoon, phir hathyar se

We know how to shake hands and also to break them ... we worship Gandhi and also Chandra Shekar Azad ... and I also try to explain with peace first and then with a weapon

Main teri maut apni mutthi mein laya hoon

I have brought your death in my hand

Tumhe bheja mujhe rokne ke liye ... mujhe bheja tumhe thokne ke liye

You were sent to stop me ... and I was sent to kill you

Itna maroonga ki dard ko bhi samajh nahi aayega ki kaunse zakhm se bahar nikloon

I will hit you so much that even pain will get confused as to from which wound should it come out

Itna maroonga, itna maroonga ki gali gali bheek maangti phiregi teri mundi

I'll hit you so much that your head will roam around begging on the streets