Mere pants haath mat do,
Kisi ke pants mein haath dena buri baat,
Yado short ho to rupayei maang lo,
Wah mein jaanataa hun.
Big Brother, do not check my pants pockets,
It tickles me,
Do not poke into my pockets,
It is bad to poke hands into someone’s pockets,
If short of money then ask you some rupees
That I know.
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