It’s my request to you,
You remain a villain,
An expert in villainy,
But make not others real villains of life!
You with music in the background jump on the cushion
Like the hostel boys,
Playing with pillows and bolsters,
Boxing into and doing the joke
And they taking to it really.
You boxing in the air and the cameramen showing you beating
The hero
And the hero killing a tiger,
Say you all this,
How can it be, villain?
O, villain, you remain a villain, but make others not turn into
As the youngsters may not understand
The cruel joke of yours,
The comics of yours
That you not a villain, but making others turn into criminals!
And I shall call you a real villain, if fight you their cases, help them
In rehabilitated, bringing to natural calm and composure,
To play the role of a dacoit with a long vermillion stretch
On the forehead
And a rifle into the hands appears beautiful.
The horses passing at the dead of the night through the dark villages,
It is past midnight
And the people sleeping,
Mothers letting their children hush,
All this adds to suspense and curiosity, but on the screen.
As a villain, you just teach as for how to be bad, how to do bad things,
How to a loafer, a goon, a thief, a dacoit,
An anti-social, an abductor, a criminal, a convict,
An absconder, a looter,
Full of enmity, lust, violence, rampage, vice, sin and intoxication.