yeh rat, yeh rat jali ki chipkali rat
yeh rat, kodi aur kombdi ki rat, yeh rat
naa ugali hi jayey naa nigli hi jayey
yeh kali zeherili rat
pal pal balkhati, pal pal uljati, palke jhapakti yeh rat
sannate ki sij pe soyi, sap si sarakti rat
yeh rat, yeh rat jali ki chipkali rat
yeh rat, kodi aur kombdi ki rat, yeh rat
yeh kali zehrili ye rat, palke jhapakti yeh rat
sap si sarakti ye rat, kali kali kali yeh rat

virana virana hai virana, dil ko lakh basa le yeh diwana
virana virana hai virana, dil ko lakh basa le yeh diwana
ujde ujde rehte hai dil sare, virano se basta hai virana
san karke marti hai bum karti hai kali kodyali rat
yeh rat, yeh rat jali ki chipkali rat
yeh rat, kadi aur kombdi ki rat yeh rat
naa ugali hi jayey naa nigli hi jayey
yeh kali jehrili rat, pal pal balkhati
pal pal uljati, palke jhapakti yeh rat
sannate ki sij pe soyi, sap si sarakti rat
yeh rat yeh rat

abhi abhi rat badi tejabi, gir naa jayey hath se chand rakabi
abhi abhi rat badi tejabi, gir naa jayey hath se chand rakabi
dub rahe hai sare gul kinare, umad umad ke rat aayi sailabi
kholti badan par bolti badan par jalti ubalti rat
ye rat, yeh rat jali ki chipkali rat
yeh rat, kadi aur kombdi ki rat, yeh rat
naa ugli hi jayey naa nigli hi jayey
ye kali zehrili rat, pal pal balkhati
pal pal uljati, palke jhapakti yeh rat
sannate ki sij pe soyi, sap si sarakti rat
ye rat yeh rat, ye kali zehrili rat
palke jhapakti yeh rat, sap si sarakti rat
kali kodyali yeh rat

This night, this night of a burning, clinging night,
This night, of coins and shadows, this night,
Neither spewed forth, nor swallowed whole,
This venomous, black night.
Twisting at every breath, ensnaring at every turn, this night blinks,
Sleeping on a bed of silence, a serpent night that slithers.
This night, this night of a burning, clinging night,
This night, of coins and shadows, this night,
This venomous, black night, blinking,
A serpent night that slithers, black, black, black.

Desolate, desolate, it is desolate, though the heart builds a thousand havens,
Desolate, desolate, it is desolate, though the heart builds a thousand havens.
Wasted, wasted remain all hearts, desolation dwells in desolation.
Shattering, it strikes, bombarding, the black night of coins.
This night, this night of a burning, clinging night,
This night, of coins and shadows,
Neither spewed forth, nor swallowed whole,
This venomous, black night, twisting at every breath,
Ensnaring at every turn, this night blinks,
Sleeping on a bed of silence, a serpent night that slithers.
This night, this night…

Just now, the night is sharply acidic, lest the moon-bowl slip from the hand,
Just now, the night is sharply acidic, lest the moon-bowl slip from the hand.
All the flowers on the banks are drowning, overflowing, the night has come flooding,
Opening on the body, speaking on the body, a burning, seething night.
This night, this night of a burning, clinging night,
This night, of coins and shadows,
Neither spewed forth, nor swallowed whole,
This venomous, black night, twisting at every breath,
Ensnaring at every turn, this night blinks,
Sleeping on a bed of silence, a serpent night that slithers.
This night, this night, this venomous, black night,
Blinking this night, a serpent night that slithers,
The black night of coins.