Divine’s “4.10” isn’t just a rap song; it’s a soul-stirring symphony set to the rhythm of ambition, heartbreak, and unwavering self-belief. The lyrics, a potent blend of Hindi wordplay and raw emotions, paint a picture of a man wrestling with love’s bittersweet residue while chasing his dreams with laser focus.
The song opens with a haunting hook from the legendary Lal Chand Yamla Jatt, setting the stage for Divine’s lyrical introspection. We hear of tears on breakfast plates and magic conjured in midnight dreams, the duality of life reflected in every verse. Divine uses the microphone as his confessional booth, his words crackling with the electrifying power of vulnerability and self-empowerment. He claims the title of a saint one moment, then rails against the false promises of fame the next.
But “4.10” isn’t just about self-gratification. The chorus rings with an almost desperate optimism, urging the listener to “be happy in ten minutes” at the darkest hour, 4:10 AM. It’s a mantra for those who chase their dreams when the world sleeps, a reminder that even amidst the struggles, hope flickers like a neon sign against the night sky.
4.10 SONG LYRICS ENGLISH MEANING
Tere Ni Karara Mainu Patteya, Das Main Ki Pyar Wichon Khatteya
Your promises ruined me. Tell me, what have I gotten out of love?
Tere Ni Karara Mainu Patteya
Your promises have shattered my life.
Mila Nashte Mein Aasu Aur Sapne Mein Jaadu
I encountered tears at breakfast and magic in my dreams.
Jab Mil Jata Sab Usko Rakhne Mein Kaabu
It’s difficult to maintain control when everything falls into place.
Iss Mic Ko Main Kya Doon Kuch Likh Ke Main Gaa Doon
What should I put in front of this microphone? Create a song and sing it.
Mere Bol Karte Heal Kabhi Lagta Main Sadhu
My words have the power to cure, and I sometimes feel like a saint.
Ye Ghode Hai Alag Ispe Chalta Nahi Hai Chaabuk
These horses are odd; they do not react to the whip.
Ye Divine Time Hai Dost Rakh Aankh Niche Daaku
Keep your eyes down, thief; this is divine’s time.
Suna Bolte Neech Tera Bahot Neech Hai Baapu
You’re well under, buddy, I heard them say.
Ginti Hai Rhymes Mein Toh Rapper Hai Padhaku
He’s a rapping expert when it comes to rhymes.
Hum Talwar Hai Dost Aur Ye Rapper Hai Nakhun
My buddy, we’re swords, and these rappers are nails.
Soch Agar Maaf Hote Saath Khoon
What if we could get away with murder?
Jo Sath Aaye Yaad Unn Saaton Se Jaa Door
Those whose recollections still resurface should distance themselves from those seven.
T-Shirt Hai White Aur Ye Jordan Hai Jamun
The tee is white. And they resemble blackberries, these Jordans.
Langda Hai Insaan Aur Andha Hai Kanoon
The man is impaired, and the law is deafeningly dim.
Main Khud Ki Pehcaan Hoon, Aur Khud Ka Samman Hoon
I am my own identity as well as my respect.
Tu Sahi Tere Jagah Pe, Mai Sahi Mein Divine Hoon
You’re exactly where you should be. I’m genuinely divine.
Kabhi Baith Ke Sochta Ye Mere Jaise Sochte Nahi
Sometimes I sit and think, They don’t think as I do.
Arabon Mein Ek Chote Ladka Tere Roz Ka Nahi
This youngster isn’t your typical one in a million.
Papa Ke Ye Bojh Ka Nahi Opps Ke Ye Dost Ka Nahi
Not the burden of father, nor the ally of ops…
Bolta Hai Par, Pohnchta Nahi Ponch Daale Aansu
He talks but is unable to reach. You were moved to tears.
Pose Kar Raha Tu Pukaar Kar Bas
You’re posing; simply yelling.
10 Min Mein Khush Hona Time Dekhe 4.10
Be happy in ten minutes. Take a look at the clock; it’s 4.10 a.m.
Rook Jana Kabhi, Haar Mat
Never give up; never give up.
10 Min Mein Khush Hona Time Dekhe 4.10
Be happy in 10 minutes; look at the clock; it’s 4.10 a.m.
Sirf Fit Hone Ke Liye Sound Switch Nahi Karte
We don’t swap music only to become fit.
Aur Lit Hone Ke Liye Clown Shit Nahi Karte
And we don’t do clown sh*t to get lit.
Paise Ungli Sujha Deti Hai Isliye Count-Ich Nahi Karte
We don’t count zeros because money makes our fingertips quiver.
6 Yorker Daale Ball Bounce-Ich Nahi Karte
I ball six yorkers without bouncing the ball.
Track Pe Main Bolt Aur Kiss Hu Main Verses Pe
I’m bolting and kissing on the track, and I’m in the verses.
Jeet Ho Ya Haar Takat Hai Sirf Koshish Mein
Strength is simply in effort, whether one wins or loses.
Mehnat Aur Dimaag, Tu Khud Apna Jyotish Hai
Your own astrologer is you; all it takes is intellect and hard effort.
Buddy Poora Focus Mein Asli Tu Bogus Hai
I’m completely focused, buddy. I am genuine, and you are a fraud.
Jo Bhi Kia Maine Khud Se Mai Khud Pe Mai
Whatever I did, I did it for me, on my own.
Jalne Do Jalti Hai Dar Kya Zamane Ka
Allow them to burn. What does the world dread when it burns?
Jin Ke Paas Nahi Wo Bole Paisa Kya
Those who do not possess it. “What is money?” they ask.
Paisa He Paisa Hai Paisa Kamane Ka
Money is money; it should be earned.
Kabhi Baith Ke Sochta Ye Mere Jaise Sochte Nahi
Sometimes I sit and think, They don’t think as I do.
Arabon Mein Ek Chote Ladka Tere Roz Ka Nahi
This youngster isn’t your typical one in a million.
Papa Ke Ye Bojh Ka Nahi Opps Ke Ye Dost Ka Nahi
Not the burden of father, nor the ally of ops…
Bolta Hai Par, Pohnchta Nahi Ponch Daale Aansu
He talks but is unable to reach. You were moved to tears.
Pose Kar Raha Tu Pukaar Kar Bas
You’re posing; simply yelling.
10 Min Mein Khush Hona Time Dekhe 4.10
Be happy in ten minutes. Take a look at the clock; it’s 4.10 a.m.
Rook Jana Kabhi, Haar Mat
Never give up; never give up.
10 Min Mein Khush Hona Time Dekhe 4.10
Be happy in 10 minutes; look at the clock; it’s 4.10 a.m.
Tere Ni Karara Mainu Patteya, Das Main Ki Pyar Wichon Khatteya
Your promises ruined me. Tell me, what have I gotten out of love?
Divine’s metaphors are his paintbrush, splashing vivid images across the canvas of his verses. He compares himself to a white tee stained with blackberries, a stark depiction of success stained with the thorns of sacrifice. He talks of bowling yorkers without ever bouncing the ball, a swaggering display of skill honed through tireless practice.
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There’s defiance in his words, a refusal to conform to the superficiality of the music industry. He doesn’t trade music to fit in or chase clout through empty gestures—genuine passion and unreserved self-expression fuel his artistry, resulting from a more bottomless well.
| Track Name | 4.10 |
| Singer(s) | DIVINE |
| Lyrics Writer(s) | DIVINE |
| Composer(s) | ZZORAWAR, Arsh Heer |
The English translation of “4.10” offers a window into the heart of this Hindi rap masterpiece. For those unfamiliar with the language, it provides a roadmap to navigate the intricacies of Divine’s wordplay and understand the emotional undercurrents that drive the song.
Whether you’re a seasoned Hindi speaker or a global music enthusiast seeking a sonic adventure, “4.10” is worth taking. Let Divine’s lyrics guide you through the labyrinths of his soul, where ambition rubs shoulders with vulnerability, and the faint glow of 4:10 AM becomes a beacon of hope for all those chasing their dreams in the dead of night.