bhari ho jeb to matka nigal kar ungh lete hai
agar ye jab khali ho to sharab sungh lete hai
aao guru aao guru kare pina shuru aaj to jam pe jam
zam kar chale kal angur ki beti mile na mile na
mile na mile na aao guru aao guru kare pina shuru
aaj to jam pe jam zam kar chale
kal angur ki beti mile na mile na mile na mile

mange duaye dil divana ghar ke pichhe ho mehkhana
roj ho apna jana roj ho apna jana do din se pyasa hu data
pyas bujha kar puny kamana humko daru dete jana
humko daru dete jana thodi si jo pilenge
o hum tujhko duaye denge o tere bache jiye bade hokar piye
kal angur ki beti mile na mile na mile na mile aao guru
kare pina suru aaj to jam pe jam zam kar chale
kal angur ki beti mile na mile na mile na mile

jab duniya se hum uth jayen yaro aisa shok manana
daru pina or pilana daru pina or pilana
pine valo ko bulvakar daru se humko nahlana
mehkhane me humko jalana mehkhane me humko jalana
ye raakh hamari haye o mehkhne me rah jaye
or fir lenge janam ghar saaki ke hum
kal angur ki beti mile na mile na mile na mile aao guru
kare pina suru aaj to jam pe jam zam kar chale
kal angur ki beti mile na mile na mile na mile

With pockets fat, we swallow pride and sleep,
But empty-handed, scent the wine's sweet keep.
Come, Guru, come, let drinking now begin,
From glass to glass, let revelry spin.
Let us drink deep this night,
Tomorrow, daughter of the grape, may flee from sight.

The heart, a madman, prays,
That the tavern waits behind our days.
Each day we go, each day return,
For two days now, a thirst has burned.
Quench the thirst, and earn a boon,
Give us wine beneath the moon.
Give us wine, a tiny sip,
And we’ll bless you from our lip,
May your children live and grow,
And drink this wine, as well you know.
Tomorrow, daughter of the grape, may flee from sight.

When from this world, we take our flight,
Friends, mourn with joy, and take delight.
Drink the wine, and let it flow,
Invite all those who wine would know.
Bathe us in the liquor's grace,
And let us burn within this place.
Let our ashes, alas, remain,
Within the tavern's fertile plain.
And then reborn, we'll rise again,
Within the Saki's loving den.
Tomorrow, daughter of the grape, may flee from sight.