o balle balle ke hadiya ne had dak le
o balle balle ke hadiya ne had dak le
tere long da pe aaye sikara
ki hadiya ne had dak le
balle balle ve jitthe tera hal bagda
balle balle ve jitthe tera hal bagda
utthe le chal chalkha mera
jithe tera hal bagda

o balle balle ki aakh mere yaar ki dukhe
o balle balle ki aakh mere yaar ki dukhe
laali meriya aakha which radke
aakh mere yaar di dukhe
balle balle ve doho which tu basda
balle balle ve doho which tu basda
kedi akh which surma pawa
doho which tu basda

o balle balle turna nu jaan hatiya
o balle balle turna nu jaan hatiya
zind yaar ve tu hai utthe nikle
turna nujaan hatiya
balle balle ve agla mandira nu
balle balle ve agla mandira nu
kul yaar di surag na chhuta
agla va mandira nu

o balle balle ki pave mere man bikde
o balle balle ki pave mere man bikde
tenu chandi da tabit chada dun
pave mere man bikde
balle balle ve chandi da kitar chakhna
balle balle ve chandi da kitar chakhna
menu sone da tabid chada de
chandi da kitar chakhna

o balle balle ki teri meri nayi nibhni
o balle balle ki teri meri nayi nibhni
tu telan mai suli yara
teri meri nai nibhni
balle balle ki teri meri nibh jayegi
balle balle ki teri meri nibh jayegi
sare teliya di chand bana de
teri meri nibh jayegi

The waves of joy, they gather, embrace,
The waves of joy, they gather, embrace,
Your longings, a raft upon the tide,
That the waves of joy embrace.
Where your plowshare cuts the earth, rejoice,
Where your plowshare cuts the earth, rejoice,
There, lead my heart, my harvest's bloom,
Where your plowshare cuts the earth.

Alas, my beloved's eyes now weep,
Alas, my beloved's eyes now weep,
My own tears echo in the pain,
My beloved's eyes now weep.
Within both, you dwell, rejoice,
Within both, you dwell, rejoice,
In which eye shall I paint the kohl,
Within both, you dwell?

Alas, the journey, life's final beat,
Alas, the journey, life's final beat,
My soul, my friend, departs with you,
The journey, life's final beat.
Rejoice, the next, a temple's grace,
Rejoice, the next, a temple's grace,
No heaven without my friend's embrace,
The next, a temple's grace.

Alas, my troubled heart, it aches,
Alas, my troubled heart, it aches,
I'd offer silver, a charm to wear,
My troubled heart, it aches.
Rejoice, what need of silver's gleam,
Rejoice, what need of silver's gleam,
Adorn me with a golden charm,
What need of silver's gleam?

Alas, our paths, they cannot meet,
Alas, our paths, they cannot meet,
You, the oil press, I, a funeral pyre,
Our paths, they cannot meet.
Rejoice, our paths, they now will bind,
Rejoice, our paths, they now will bind,
Transform the oil-press, moonlit, bright,
Our paths, they now will bind.