pina haraam hai naa pilaana haraam hai
iske bagair masto ka jina haraam hai
likha hua hai peere muakaki ki dukan par
kamjarf ko sharaab pilaana haraam hai
ek jaam me gire the
ek jaam me gire the
kamjarf ladakhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
pine gaye the chalake
pine gaye the chalake
laye gaye uthake
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke

sehba ki aabru par pani naa pher saaki o o
sehba ki aabru par pani naa pher saaki
mai khud hi pee raha hu
mai khud hi pee raha hu
aansu mila mila ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke

woh daal kya ki jis par baithe naa ek panchhi o o
woh daal kya ki jis par baithe naa ek panchhi
woh phul phul kya jo
woh phul phul kya jo
dekhe naa aankh uthakar
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke

imaan najir apna de aaye hai buton ko
imaan najir apna de aaye hai buton ko
dil ke bade sakhi the
dil ke bade sakhi the
baithe hai dhan lutaake
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
pine gaye the chalake
pine gaye the chalake
laye gaye uthake
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke
ek jaam me gire the kamjarf ladkhada ke

To drink forbidden, nor to pour,
Without it, the ecstatic's life is sore.
Etched above the tavern's door,
"To the shallow soul, the drink, no more."

In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
They went to drink, with a longing heart,
But carried away, torn apart.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.

Saqi, do not on the wine's honor, cast shade,
Saqi, do not on the wine's honor invade.
I drink my own tears, bitter and deep,
With sorrow's waters, my secrets to keep.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.

What is a bough that holds no bird in its grace?
What is a flower, no eye to embrace?
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.

Nazeer, his faith to idols he gave,
Nazeer, his faith to idols he gave.
Generous of heart, a lavish hand,
Now sits depleted, in a barren land.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
They went to drink, with a longing heart,
But carried away, torn apart.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.