jo pite nahi sharab wo log hain kharab
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hain kharab
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hain kharab
bekar ki baatein karte hai takrar ki bate karte hai
jo pite hain sharab
jo pite hai sharab kya baat hai janab
jo pite hai sharab kya baat hai janab
wo yaar ki baatein karte hai wo pyar ki baatein karte hai
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hai kharab

papa pina nahi sharab ye chij hai kharab
papa pina nahi sharab ye chij hai kharab
kya acha hai kya kharab har ghadi na karo hisab
are kya acha hai kya kharab har ghadi na karo hisab
ikarar ki baatein karte hai ye pyar ki baatein karte hai
jo pite hai sharab kya baat hai janab
wo yaar ki baatein karte hai wo pyar ki baatein karte hai
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hai kharab

hey lijiye sharbat pijiye pijiye
sharbat pijiye pijiye na khub moz udayega bis ki deta hu
hey lijiye sharbat pijiye pijiye sharbat pijiye
aji mere hatho se pijiye aji mere hotho se pijiye
bujhe na isse pyas agar to mere labo se pijiye
ho bhalu ofer aaj se inkar nahi karte hai
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hai kharab
bekar ki baatein karte hai takrar ki baatein karte hai
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hai kharab

is jam me mera shabab hai ye pyar me dubi sharab hai
is jam me mera shabab hai ye pyar me dubi sharab hai
isko pine ke liye sabke sab betab hai
takarar ki baatein chhodo aao pyar ki baatein karte hai
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
hum yaar ki baatein karte hai hum pyar ki baatein karte hai
jo pite nahi sharab wo log hai kharab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab
to aao piye sharab ye lijiye janab

They who shun the wine, they are flawed,
They who shun the wine, a broken chord.
They who shun the wine, they are flawed,
They speak of strife, of hollow words.
They who shun the wine…

They who shun the wine, they are flawed,
They speak of friends, of love's sweet hoard.
They who shun the wine…

Father, do not drink the wine, they say it’s vile,
Father, do not drink the wine, they say it’s vile.
Of good and bad, they always strive,
In every moment, their judgments thrive.
They speak of vows, of love's embrace,
They who shun the wine, they are flawed.
They speak of friends, of love's sweet face,
They who shun the wine, they are flawed.

Drink the sherbet, taste it deep,
Drink the sherbet, secrets keep.
Drink, and joy will brightly leap,
Twenty years, a promise to keep!
Drink the sherbet, offered now,
Drink the sherbet, from my brow.
Drink from my hands, if you dare,
Drink from my lips, if thirst you share.
A bear's embrace, an offer true,
They who shun the wine, are askew.
They speak of friends, of love’s soft hue,
They who shun the wine, are askew.

In this jam, my youth resides,
In love-soaked wine, my spirit glides.
For its taste, the world presides.
Leave behind the quarrel's sting,
Come, of love and joy we'll sing.
Let us drink the wine, my friend,
Let us drink the wine, until the end.
We speak of friends, on love we spend,
They who shun the wine, descend.
Let us drink the wine, my friend,
Let us drink the wine, until the end.
Let us drink the wine, my friend,
Let us drink the wine, until the end.
Let us drink the wine, my friend,
Let us drink the wine, until the end.
Let us drink the wine, my friend,
Let us drink the wine, until the end.