ye intjar galat hai ye ke sham ho jaye
ja ho sake to abhi dour jaam ho jaye
mujh jaise rind ko bhi tune hasar me ya rab
bula liya hai to kuchh intjam ho jaye

hui mahangi bahut hi sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo
piyo lekin rakhko hisab ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo
hui mahangi bahut hi sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo

gam ka dour ho ya ho khushi sama bandhati hai sharab
gam ka dour ho ya ho khushi sama bandhati hai sharab
gam ka dour ho ya ho khushi sama bandhati hai sharab
ek mashvra hai janab ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo
hui mahangi bahut hi sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo

dil ke jakhmo ko sina kya pine ke liye jina kya
dil ke jakhmo ko sina kya pine ke liye jina kya
dil ke jakhmo ko sina kya pine ke liye jina kya
phook daale jigar ko sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo
hui mahangi bahut hi sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo

dilbar ki bato me nasha julfo me nsha aankho me nasha
dilbar ki bato me nasha julfo me nsha aankho me nasha
dilbar ki bato me nasha julfo me nsha aankho me nasha
mai se badke uska shbab ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo
hui mahangi bahut hi sharab ke thodi thodi piya karo
piyo lekin rakhko hisab ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo
ke thodi thodi piya karo ke thodi thodi piya karo

To wait for evening's fall, a foolish plea,
If possible, let the goblet's round begin, free.
If Thou, O Lord, have called a drunk like me,
Then let some magic now, abundantly be.

Expensive is the wine, its price so steep,
Drink it, but sip it slow, secrets to keep.
Drink, but with measure, secrets to sleep,
Expensive is the wine, its price so deep.

In joy or sorrow, the wine weaves its art,
In joy or sorrow, the wine plays its part,
In joy or sorrow, the wine embraces the heart,
A counsel I give, my friend, at the start,
Drink it slow, secrets to sleep,
Expensive is the wine, its price so deep.

To mend the heart's wounds, why this strife?
To live for drink alone, what is life?
To mend the heart's wounds, why this strife?
Burn the soul with wine, it's the knife,
Drink it slow, secrets to sleep,
Expensive is the wine, its price so deep.

The beloved's words, a drunken maze,
Her tresses, a haze, a dream to graze,
Her eyes, a delight, in a golden daze,
More potent than wine, her radiant phase,
Drink it slow, secrets to sleep,
Expensive is the wine, its price so deep,
Drink, but with measure, secrets to keep,
Drink it slow, secrets to sleep,
Drink it slow, secrets to sleep,