ishk me tere hue sharabi
bin piye na sham kate
pyas ke mare hum bhi tadpe
mahfil mahfil jaam bate
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
saaki ne najar se dubo diya
hum pyas bujhane wale the
hame peene se kyu rok diya
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
pyala hotho tak pahucha to

pag me payal nak me nathni
mang me saje sitare hai
ghunghru banke husn ke pag me
arman bandhe hamare hai
aankh palat ke jhatak ke julfe
teer jigar pe mare hai marne ki bate karte hai
jine ki ada ye na jane ye aankh wale andhe hai
andar ki baat na pahchane
challe ki chalawat dekhte hai
ungli ki nachawat na dekhe pahuchegi kadawat me
thumke si lagawat na dekhi
meri ang ang me bijli hai
bijli ki bagawat na dekhe
bijli kab paida hoti hai
jab josh me saje takraye
do barf ke tukde fut pade
or pani banke bah jaye

hum pyas ke mare badal hai
jo dil ko dabaye baithe hai
kabhi dariya banke bahne do
kabhi dariya banke bahne do
kuche me samaye baithe hai
jab dil takrane wale the
jab dil takrane wale the
kya soch ke dil ko rok liya
hum pyas bujhane wale the
hame pine se kyu rok diya
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
pyala hotho tak pahucha to
saki ne najar se tok diya
hum pyas bujhane wale the
hame peene se kyu rok diya

Drunk in your love, I’ve become a reveler,
Evenings stretch without the wine’s embrace.
Thirst consumes, and we, too, are sufferers,
As goblets in the gathering find their place.
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
Then, with a glance, the Saqi drowns my soul.
We came to quench our thirst, our sips,
Why then, from drinking, make us whole?
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
The chalice nears the curve of my lips.

Anklets chime upon her dancing feet,
Stars adorn the parting in her hair,
Bells of beauty, a rhythmic feat,
Where all our longings gather there.
With a glance, she tosses back her tresses,
Arrows pierce the heart, so they can see.
They speak of dying, yet their caresses
Deny the art of living, blind are they.
The inner truths they cannot see,
They see the ring’s deceptive gleam,
They see the finger’s swaying decree,
But fail to see where it will stream.
They do not see the dance's sway,
Within my every limb, a fire resides,
They do not see the lightning’s fray,
Nor when such energy then presides.
When passion's clash creates a spark,
When two cold icebergs then explode,
And water rushes from the dark,
Then life's new pathways are then sowed.

We, parched with thirst, are clouds of woe,
Who hold our hearts in silent plight.
Let us become a flowing river, go,
Let us become a flowing river, bright,
And merge within the world below.
When hearts were poised to intertwine,
When hearts were poised to intertwine,
What thought then caused your heart to cease?
We came to quench our thirst, divine,
Why then, from drinking, find no peace?
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
The chalice nears the curve of my lips,
The Saqi’s gaze, a reprimand's release.
We came to quench our thirst, our sips,
Why then, from drinking, find no peace?