ek tero balma ek mero balma
ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma
mai to pardo me dhanp lungi mero balma
nanga ghumego galliyon me tero balma
ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma
ghi me khawega daal bati mero balma
bhooka ghumego kheto me tero balma

ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma
chor uchakko re tero balma
jiya churawe hai mero balma
haan chor uchako re ye tero balma
jiya churawe hai mero balma
nain ladave sali se sali nachawe tali se
aarti bhar ke thali me bhiksha mange kali se
jhuta sare jagat ka re tero balma
ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma

paan banaras ka mero balma
chand amawas ka tero balma
ho paan banaras ka mero balma
chand amawas ka tero balma
tero to puro khota re be pende ka lota re
daye aankh se bhenga re arey baye hath ka thenga re
wa to thali ka began re tero balma
ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma
mai to pardo me dhanp lungi mero balma
nanga ghumego galliyon me tero balma
ek tero balma re ek mero balma
tero gundo balma re mero neik balma

Your beloved, and mine,
Your beloved, and mine.
Your brute, and mine, so fine.
I'll hide mine, in veils divine.
Yours, a street-roaming swine.
Your beloved, and mine,
Your brute, and mine, so fine.
Mine, feasts on ghee and grace,
Yours, starves in a desolate space.

Your beloved, and mine,
Your brute, and mine, so fine.
A thief, your beloved, a rogue,
Mine, steals my soul, a true vogue.
A thief, your beloved, a fraud,
Mine, steals my soul, my god.
Eyes flirt, a sister’s dance,
Offering a dark, hollow trance.
A lie, this world's all for you,
Your beloved, through and through.
Your beloved, and mine,
Your brute, and mine, so fine.

Mine, the betel leaf's sweet art,
Yours, the moonless night's dark heart.
Mine, the betel leaf's delight,
Yours, the moonless, endless night.
Yours, a vessel, empty, flawed,
Cross-eyed, a useless god.
Yours, a fickle, hollow shell,
Your beloved, a living hell.
Your beloved, and mine,
Your brute, and mine, so fine.
I'll hide mine, in veils of light,
Yours, a street-roaming blight.
Your beloved, and mine,
Your brute, and mine, so fine.