o am sorry asli nasha hai koi to vo hai sabab ka
badnam hua naam bechari sharab ka

ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye hai gardan meri ek surahi
aankh meri hai paimana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana

nasha julafo me hotho pe rangat
masti hai palko me ya ya ya aa aa
nasha julafo me hotho pe rangat
masti hai palko me is sarur ki mehfil hu
jannat meri jalwo me
angdai me sath chhupa hai
tum bhi ghume nahi jana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
gardan meri ek surahi aankh meri hai paimana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana

aanchal apna lehra du to ho jaaye shama gulaabi
aanchal apna lehra du to ho jaaye shama gulaabi
jisse bhi nigaahe milau ho jaaye wo hi sharabi
chalta firta mai fana hu agar koi mera diwana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye hai gardan meri ek surahi
aankh meri hai paimana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai husn bhi hai ek maikhana
ye ye ye hai

Oh, the true intoxication, a youth's own brew,
Shame falls on the name of mere wine, untrue.
This beauty, a tavern, a mystical space,
My beauty, a tavern, an ethereal grace.
My neck, a fine flask, its curves I embrace,
My eyes, the measure, in this sacred place.
This beauty, a tavern, its secrets unfold,
My beauty, a tavern, a story told.

Intoxication in tresses, on lips a hue,
Ecstasy in lashes, a shimmering view,
In this gathering of bliss, I reside,
Paradise blooms in the way I confide.
In a languid stretch, a secret I keep,
Do not wander away, don't you dare sleep.
This beauty, a tavern, its mysteries gleam,
My beauty, a tavern, a vibrant dream.
My neck, a fine flask, my eyes the decree,
This beauty, a tavern, eternally.

My veil, as it waves, turns the world to rose,
My veil, as it waves, the pink color that glows.
Whomsoever I gaze on, transformed by my art,
Becomes drunk with the soul of my beating heart.
I am a walking demise, if a lover I claim,
This beauty, a tavern, whispering flame.
My beauty, a tavern, a timeless game.
My neck, a fine flask, my eyes the measure true,
This beauty, a tavern, eternally new.
My beauty, a tavern, in hues so rare.