hey bidu chhod de sharab ye chiz hai kharab
hey bidu chhod de sharab ye chiz hai kharab
angur ki ye beti botal mein jo hai leti
badla ye aisa legi bemaut maar degi
hey bidu hey bidu chhod de
ye chiz hai kharab

tu kisko nahi peeta ye tujhko peeti hai
tu kisko nahi peeta ye tujhko peeti hai
laakhon ko maar ke sadiyon se jeeti hai
bidu chhod de sharab ye chiz hai kharab
angur ki ye beti botal mein jo hai leti
badla ye aisa legi bemaut maar degi
hey bidu chhod de sharab
hey bidu chhod de sharab ye chiz hai kharab

Friend, forsake the wine, a wicked art,
Friend, forsake the wine, a wicked art.
The grape's fair daughter, in glass she lies,
A slumbering fury, in wait she spies.
She'll claim your life, a death unseen,
Friend, forsake the wine, where shadows convene.

You think you drink, but it drinks of you,
You think you drink, but it sees you through.
For ages she's thrived, on souls she's fed,
Friend, forsake the wine, where sorrows spread.
The grape's fair daughter, in glass she lies,
A slumbering fury, in wait she spies.
She'll claim your life, a death unseen,
Friend, forsake the wine, a wicked scene.
Friend, forsake the wine, a wicked art.