chand to ek hai, isko bhi baant lo
chandani raat me, chandani chhant lo
o pattharo me hai dil, ye bhi lu maan mai
par dilo me patthar, dekh hairan hu mai
bhed ke tako
saale hosh me aao, lad mar ke jeene ko
jeena khande o, te ronde rahande o
ke jeena khande o, te ronde rahande o
balle, balle

One moon hangs, a shared celestial prize,
Divide its silver, in these moonlit skies.
If hearts of stone exist, I grant their claim,
But stones in hearts, ignite a burning shame.
Like sheep they huddle, blinded and astray,
Wake up, you fools, to life's consuming fray!
You call this living, drowned in endless tears?
You call this living, through the passing years?
Balle, Balle!