kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai

ghata julfon ki chha jaye to bemausam bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai

hum aise rind jo aksar mahino tak nahi peete
hum aise rind jo aksar mahino tak nahi peete
agar peene pe aa jaye to
agar peene pe aa jaye to
phir paigham bhi peete hai?
ghata julfon ki chha jaye to bemausam bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai

koi apni tarah maikhane me peekar to dikhalaye
koi apni tarah maikhane me peekar to dikhalaye
ke hum mai hi nahi peete hai
ke hum mai hi nahi peete hai
ashke gum bhi peete hai
ghata julfon ki chha jaye to bemausam bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai

humari pyas ka sabse alag andaaz hai raashid
humari pyas ka sabse alag andaaz hai raashid
kabhi darya ko thukarate hai
kabhi darya ko thukarate hai
kabhi shabnam bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai
ghata julfon ki chha jaye to bemausam bhi peete hai
kabhi maikhane tak jate hai hum
aur gham bhi peete hai

To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.

When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.

We, the devotees, abstain for months,
We, the devotees, abstain for months,
But when the tide of longing mounts,
But when the tide of longing mounts,
We then drink the very news, the pronouncements?
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.

Let another drink as we do, in the tavern's hold,
Let another drink as we do, in the tavern's hold,
For it's not only wine, we're told,
For it's not only wine, we're told,
But tears of grief, we also enfold.
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.

Our thirst, Rashid, a unique design,
Our thirst, Rashid, a unique design,
At times we scorn the ocean's brine,
At times we scorn the ocean's brine,
And sip the dew, a fate divine.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.