sab chaman se gulaab le aaye, husnwaale shabaab le aaye
shekh sahab ne mang li jannat, ham wahan se sharaab le aaye

chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz
usne bheja hai mere naam sharaabi kaagaz
usne bheja hai mere naam sharaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz
usne bheja hai mere naam sharaabi kaagaj
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz

uske haatho me gulaabo ki mehek hai shaayad
uske haatho me gulaabo ki mehek hai shaayad
uske haatho me gulaabo ki mehek hai shaayad
uske chhune se hua saara gulaabi kaagaz
uske chhune se hua saara gulaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz

uska khat paate hi maikhaane ki yaad aati hai
uska khat paate hi maikhaane ki yaad aati hai
uska khat paate hi maikhaane ki yaad aati hai
kahi mujhako bhi bana de naa sharaabi kaagaz
kahi mujhako bhi bana de naa sharaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz

kahi mai usaka pata bhul naa jaau rashad
kahi mai usaka pata bhul naa jaau rashad
kahi mai usaka pata bhul naa jaau rashad
mujhako likhata hai wo har bar jawaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz
usake chunese hua sara gulaabi kaagaz
chum kar madbhari aankhon se gulaabi kaagaz

From every garden, roses were brought,
And youth, in its bloom, was caught.
The Sheikh, he craved paradise's grace,
While we, from the tavern, found our space.

Kissing the paper, a blush of wine,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine,
She sends to me, a drunkard's sign,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine.

In her hands, the rose's sweet scent resides,
In her hands, the rose's sweet scent resides,
In her hands, the rose's sweet scent resides,
Her touch, a blush upon all that hides,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine.

Her letter arrives, and taverns call,
Her letter arrives, and taverns call,
Her letter arrives, and taverns call,
Lest I, too, become paper, drunk and fall,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine.

Lest I forget her address, the guide,
Lest I forget her address, the guide,
Lest I forget her address, the guide,
She writes to me, on the page, replied,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine,
She sends to me, a drunkard's sign,
Kissing the paper, a blush of wine.