ye sharaab na, ab ye masto ki manjure najar
kya mubaarak shay thi, jinse aam hokar reh gayi
jabse kamjarfo ke palle pad gayi, ye dilruba
kucha o bazaar mein, badnaam hokar reh gayi

jisko dekho maikade ki, simt bhaga aaye hai
jisko dekho maikade ki, simt bhaga aaye hai
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
peenewaalo ko bahakte dekh ke, sharmaaye hai
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab

kya salika tha kabhi, jab jaam chhalkate the log
isme bhi ek shaan thi, jab peeke lehrate the log
ekka dukka chhup chhupakar, is taraf aate the log
ab to is mashuk par, har shakhs ki niyat kharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab

waqt ke maare huye, kuch ishq ke maare huye
kuch zamane se, kuch apane aapse haare huye
log to is may ke aashiq, jaankar saare huye
koyi do katro ka taalib, koyi maange behisaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
jisko dekho maikade ki, simt bhaga aaye hai
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab

jo asire gham hua, usko to aksar chahiye
jisko koyi gham nahi, usko bhi saagar chahiye
jisko ek katra mila, usko samandar chahiye
ek najuk si pari, jhelegi kitno ke ajaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab

raah takta hoga koyi, dil ka nazrana liye
julf me masti liye, hothon pe paimana liye
pyaas aankhon me diye, aanchal me maikhana liye
maikade ki raah chhodo, ghar chalo aali janab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
jisko dekho maikade ki, simt bhaga aaye hai
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
peenewaalo ko bahakte dekh ke, sharmaaye hai
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab
kiska kiska gham karegi, dur bechari sharaab

Not wine, no, this is now the gaze of the intoxicated,
A blessed thing, that now, common it has become.
Since it fell to the grasp of the shallow, this beloved,
In alley and market, defamed it has become.

Whomsoever you see, towards the tavern they rush,
Whomsoever you see, towards the tavern they rush,
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine, so distant?
Seeing the drinkers' folly, it is ashamed.
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?

What grace it held, when the cups were once spilled,
There was a glory even, when drunk, they swayed.
Rarely, secretly, they came to it,
Now, this beloved, every soul's intent is foul.
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?

Struck by time, some wounded by love,
Some defeated by the world, some by their selves.
People are now lovers of this wine, all aware,
Some seek two drops, some demand without count.
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whomsoever you see, towards the tavern they rush,
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?

Those captive to sorrow, often desire it,
Those without grief, also seek the cup.
Those who have a drop, they crave the ocean,
A delicate fairy, how many torments will she endure?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?

Someone awaits, bearing a heart's offering,
With ecstasy in their tresses, a goblet on their lips.
Thirst in their eyes, a tavern in their veil,
Leave the tavern's path, let us go home, oh noble one.
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whomsoever you see, towards the tavern they rush,
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Seeing the drinkers' folly, it is ashamed.
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?
Whose sorrow shall it bear, this poor wine?