kali ye kali rat kali
hai kali rat ki har bat kali
hai kali rat ki har bat kali
hai kali rat ki har bat kali

aksar tan dhakne ki khatir
khud tan hi bikne lagta hai
koi pet palne nikla to
koi pet me palne lagta hai

mahangai badhane walo se
ye bhukhe farishte puchte hai
aur anaj dabane walo se
ye bhukhe farishte puchte hai
ye hal raha to dunia me
bharat ki kahani kya hogi
jis desh ka bachpan bhukha ho
jis desh ka bachpan bhukha ho

fir uski jawani kya hogi
fir uski jawani kya hogi

Ebony night, an obsidian embrace,
Every whisper veiled in shadows deep.
Ebony night, a canvas of despair,
Each story hushed, secrets to keep.

To clothe the body, flesh is bartered, sold,
A hunger gnaws, a tragic, hollow plea.
Some seek to feed, their futures yet untold,
While others, unborn, their fates decree.

From those who inflate, the prices rise,
The famished angels, their questions burn,
And hoarders of grain, beneath veiled skies,
The hungry spirits their lessons learn.

If this persists, what will India's tale be,
In a world of sorrow, what will be her fate?
When childhood starves, a mournful decree,
When innocence with hunger must await.

If childhood starves, what will be her prime,
What future awaits when the young must wait?