ronaa hai bekaar pagali ronaa hai bekaar
ronaa hai bekaar pagali ronaa hai bekaar
apane man ki baat chhupaati
kuchh puchho aur kuchh batalaati
par ye nayanaa kah dete hai
par ye nayanaa kah dete hai
jit huyi yaa haar pagali
jit huyi yaa haar pagali
huyi yaa haar

are sharaabhi o hushiyaar
nashe me kar di khaali botal
aur duniyaa ko kahataa paagal
nashe me kar di khaali botal
aur duniyaa ko kahataa paagal
kyun kar man ke git sunaaye, kyun kar
kyun kar man ke git sunaaye
tut gayaa sitaar sharaabi
tut gayaa sitaar sharaabi
tut gayaa sitaar

maanaa ke mai hun diwaanaa
magar tujhe bhi hai pahachaanaa
diwaane se diwaane ki
diwaane se diwaane ki
ye kaisi takaraar pagali
ye kaisi takaraar pagali
ye kaisi takaraar

haan-haan
haan-haan ham dono diwaane
haan-haan
haan-haan ham dono diwaane
gaaye paagalapan ke gaane
yahi nashaa pahunchaa detaa hai
yahi nashaa pahunchaa detaa hai
premi ko us paar sharaabi
premi ko us paar sharaabi

To weep is futile, mad one, to weep is vain,
To weep is futile, mad one, to weep is vain.
You conceal the heart's true measure,
Questioning, a different treasure,
But your eyes betray the strain,
But your eyes betray the strain,
Victory or loss, mad one,
Victory or loss, mad one,
Or loss.

Oh, drunkard, be you wise,
You emptied the bottle's soul,
Then call the world a foolish scroll.
You emptied the bottle's soul,
Then call the world a foolish scroll.
Why sing the heart's soft pleas, why?
Why sing the heart's soft pleas?
The sitar shattered, drunkard,
The sitar shattered,
Shattered.

I confess, I am a madman,
But I know you, as a woman.
Of madmen, to each other,
Of madmen, to each other,
What is this quarrel, mad one?
What is this quarrel, mad one?
This quarrel?

Yes, yes,
Yes, yes, we are both mad ones,
Yes, yes,
Yes, yes, we are both mad ones,
Singing songs of madness' suns.
This intoxication leads us,
This intoxication leads us,
The lover, to the other shore, drunkard,
The lover, to the other shore.