aankho se yaar jo pilaaye
ho maja jeene ka aa jaaye
jeena vo kya jeena
na pahlu me yaar naa haatho me jaam
fiki fiki subh fiki fiki shaam
aankho se yaar jo pilaaye
ho maja jeene ka aa jaaye

jitni bujhaaun badhti hai pyaas
haay meri jindagi hai kitni udaas
ae jitni bujhaaun badhti hai pyaas
haay meri jindagi hai kitni udaas
duniya ka me main hun akela
betha hun aise raahi hun akela
na pahlu me yaar naa haatho me jaam
fiki fiki subh fiki fiki shaam
aankho se yaar jo pilaaye
ho maja jeene ka aa jaaye

pyaar bhari koi karle jo baat
julf ki khushbu se mahke meri raat
are pyaar bhari koi karle jo baat
julf ki khushbu se mahke meri raat
kisi ke bharose kisi ke sahare
pyaar ka pyasa jindagi gujaare
na pahlu me yaar naa haatho me jaam
fiki fiki subh fiki fiki shaam
na pahlu me yaar naa haatho me jaam
fiki fiki subh fiki fiki shaam
aankho se yaar jo pilaaye
ho maja jeene ka aa jaaye
jeena vo kya jeena
na pahlu me yaar naa haatho me jaam
fiki fiki subh fiki fiki shaam
aankho se yaar jo pilaaye
ho maja jeene ka aa jaaye

From the eyes of the Beloved, a drink so pure,
Life's sweet taste returns, a joy to endure.
What life is this, devoid of grace,
No lover near, no wine to embrace?
Each dawn a whisper, each dusk a sigh,
From the eyes of the Beloved, lift me high,
Life's sweet taste returns, a joy to fly.

The more I quench, the thirst takes hold,
My life, a story, bleak and cold.
The more I quench, the thirst takes hold,
My life, a story, bleak and cold.
A world of crowds, yet I stand alone,
A traveler lost, a heart unknown.
No lover near, no wine to embrace,
Each dawn a whisper, each dusk a space,
From the eyes of the Beloved, a sacred place,
Life's sweet taste returns, a loving embrace.

A loving word, a tender plea,
My night perfumed by her memory.
A loving word, a tender plea,
My night perfumed by her memory.
On another's faith, another's keep,
A love-starved life, secrets to weep.
No lover near, no wine to embrace,
Each dawn a whisper, each dusk a chase,
No lover near, no wine to embrace,
Each dawn a whisper, each dusk a race,
From the eyes of the Beloved, a timeless space,
Life's sweet taste returns, in love's sweet trace.
What life is this, devoid of fire,
No lover near, no wine to aspire?
Each dawn a whisper, each dusk a fire,
From the eyes of the Beloved, my heart's desire,
Life's sweet taste returns, and sets me higher.