Yeh sachai ka bazaar hai ... yahan usool na beche jaate hai ... na khareede jaate hai

This is the market of truth ... here neither ideals are sold ... and neither they are bought

Har reporter ki tarah meri ragon mein bhi khoon ki jagah roshnai behti hai ... aur jab tak woh roshnai behti rahegi ... mera kalam sachai likhte hue kaanpega nahi

Just like every reporter ink flows in my veins instead of blood ... and until that ink is flowing ... my pen will not tremble to write the truth

Mard ki nazron mein aurat ka waqt tab tak hi hota hai ... jab tak uska usse dil laga rahe

A woman's time only lasts in the eyes of a man until ... he feels her entertaining

Yeh sachai ka bazaar hai ... yahan usool na beche jaate hai ... na khareede jaate hai

This is the market of truth ... here neither ideals are sold ... and neither they are bought

Har reporter ki tarah meri ragon mein bhi khoon ki jagah roshnai behti hai ... aur jab tak woh roshnai behti rahegi ... mera kalam sachai likhte hue kaanpega nahi

Just like every reporter ink flows in my veins instead of blood ... and until that ink is flowing ... my pen will not tremble to write the truth

Bandookon aur talwaaron se sirf insaanon ka khoon behta hai ... faisle nahi hote

Guns and swords can only shed the blood of humans ... they cannot be used to make decisions

Mard ki nazron mein aurat ka waqt tab tak hi hota hai ... jab tak uska usse dil laga rahe

A woman's time only lasts in the eyes of a man until ... he feels her entertaining

Mard ki nazron mein aurat ka waqt tab tak hi hota hai ... jab tak uska usse dil laga rahe

A woman's time only lasts in the eyes of a man until ... he feels her entertaining