Is duniya mein aadmi joh sochta hai woh hota nahi ... aur joh hota hai woh usne socha nahi hota

In this world whatever a person thinks that doesn't happen ... and whatever happens that he has not even thought of

Vishvas vaade ke daldal ki zameen par khadi dhue ki woh deewar hai ... jispe na toh koi insaan reh sakta hai aur naa hi koi sachai ki keel thok sakta hai

Trust is a wall of smoke that is standing on the ground of a bog of promise ... on which no person can stand and neither can anyone put a nail of truth on it

Jinka maal pakda jaata hai ... unki maut unki zindagi ko pakad leti hai

Those who get their merchandise caught ... their death catches up to their life

America jis galeban mein phool daalta hai ... Russia jis galeban mein haar daalta hai ... tumne us galeban pe haath daala?

The neck on which America puts flowers ... the neck on which Russia puts a garland ... you put your hands on that neck?

Yeh duniya jhoot ke paiyon par chalne waali woh gaadi hai ... jis mein petrol ki jagah gareebon ke armaan jalte hai

This world is a car that runs on the wheels of lies ... which burns the hopes of the poor people rather than petrol

Vaise toh main ek frustated aadmi hoon ... meri story ka pata nahi hai ... finance ka thikana nahi hai ... hero date nahi de raha hai ... heroine keh rahi hai ki main poore kapde pehnungi

I'm a frustrated person ... I don't know where my story is ... I don't know about my finances ... the hero is not giving any date ... the heroine is saying she will wear full clothes

Yeh duniya jhoot ke paiyon par chalne waali woh gaadi hai ... jis mein petrol ki jagah gareebon ke armaan jalte hai

This world is a car that runs on the wheels of lies ... which burns the hopes of the poor people rather than petrol

Bheek maange se aadmi zaleel aur zaar hota hai ... aur nikal jaye jis phool se khushbo, woh phool bekaar hota hai

By begging a person becomes humiliated and shameful ... and the flower which has lost its fragrance, that flower is useless

Vishvas vaade ke daldal ki zameen par khadi dhue ki woh deewar hai ... jispe na toh koi insaan reh sakta hai aur naa hi koi sachai ki keel thok sakta hai

Trust is a wall of smoke that is standing on the ground of a bog of promise ... on which no person can stand and neither can anyone put a nail of truth on it

Jinka maal pakda jaata hai ... unki maut unki zindagi ko pakad leti hai

Those who get their merchandise caught ... their death catches up to their life

Bahar jinki hoti hai puja ... andhar se woh aadmi hota hai duja

The people who are worshipped from the outside ... they are someone else from the inside

Bheek maange se aadmi zaleel aur zaar hota hai ... aur nikal jaye jis phool se khushbo, woh phool bekaar hota hai

By begging a person becomes humiliated and shameful ... and the flower which has lost its fragrance, that flower is useless

Mujhe dokha dene waala mujhe nahi balki ... apni zindagi ko dokha de jaata hai ... is duniya ko aakhri salaam keh jaata hai

The people who betray me don't cheat me ... they betray their life ... and they give their last salute to life and go away

Is shehar ki barsaat ka, neta ki baat ka aur producer ki zaat ka ... kabhi bharosa nahi karna chahiye ... kyun ki yeh sab jhoot bechte hai

You should never trust the rain of this city, the words of a politician and the persona of a producer ... because all of these sell lies

Is shehar ki barsaat ka, neta ki baat ka aur producer ki zaat ka ... kabhi bharosa nahi karna chahiye ... kyun ki yeh sab jhoot bechte hai

You should never trust the rain of this city, the words of a politician and the persona of a producer ... because all of these sell lies

Mujhe dokha dene waala mujhe nahi balki ... apni zindagi ko dokha de jaata hai ... is duniya ko aakhri salaam keh jaata hai

The people who betray me don't cheat me ... they betray their life ... and they give their last salute to life and go away

Bheek maange se aadmi zaleel aur zaar hota hai ... aur nikal jaye jis phool se khushbo, woh phool bekaar hota hai

By begging a person becomes humiliated and shameful ... and the flower which has lost its fragrance, that flower is useless

Yeh duniya jhoot ke paiyon par chalne waali woh gaadi hai ... jis mein petrol ki jagah gareebon ke armaan jalte hai

This world is a car that runs on the wheels of lies ... which burns the hopes of the poor people rather than petrol