khaali jaam liye baithe ho
khaali jaam liye baithe ho
un aankho ki baat karo
raat bahut hai, pyaas bahut hai
barsaato ki baat karo
khaali jaam liye baithe ho

jo peekar mast huye hain
unke jikar se kya haasil
jo peekar mast huye hain
unke jikar se kya haasil
unke jikar se kya haasil
jin tak jaam nahi pahuncha hai
un pyaaso ki baat karo
raat bahut hai, pyaas bahut hai
barsaato ki baat karo
khaali jaam liye baithe ho

chup rehne se kat na sakegi
sadiyo lambi raat yaha
chup rehne se kat na sakegi
sadiyo lambi raat yaha
sadiyo lambi raat yaha
jin yaado se dil roshan hai
un yaado ki baat karo
raat bahut hai, pyaas bahut hai
barsaato ki baat karo
khaali jaam liye baithe ho

phir palko par jugnu chamke
aankho me ghata si lehrayi
phir palko par jugnu chamke
aankho me ghata si lehrayi
aankho me ghata si lehrayi
thandi hawa ka jikar karo
kuch bhigi ruto ki baat karo
raat bahut hai, pyaas bahut hai
barsaato ki baat karo
khaali jaam liye baithe ho
un aankho ki baat karo
khaali jaam liye baithe ho

You sit with empty goblets, still,
You sit with empty goblets, still,
Speak then, of those eyes that gleam,
The night is long, the thirst is real,
Speak of the storms, the pouring stream.
You sit with empty goblets, still.

What gain in tales of those who've drunk,
What gain in tales of those who've drunk,
What gain in tales of those who've drunk,
While others still remain unsated,
Speak then of those whose thirst has sunk,
The night is long, the thirst is real,
Speak of the storms, the pouring stream.
You sit with empty goblets, still.

Silence will not sever this,
The centuries-long, heavy night,
Silence will not sever this,
The centuries-long, heavy night,
The centuries-long, heavy night,
Speak of the memories that light,
Speak of the memories that light,
The night is long, the thirst is real,
Speak of the storms, the pouring stream.
You sit with empty goblets, still.

Then fireflies dance on the lashes,
Then shadows gather in the eyes,
Then shadows gather in the eyes,
Speak then of breezes, cool and free,
Speak then of seasons, softly sighs,
The night is long, the thirst is real,
Speak of the storms, the pouring stream.
You sit with empty goblets, still.
Speak then, of those eyes that gleam.
You sit with empty goblets, still.