dosto mere kise ho gaye khatam sare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu
dosto mere kise ho gaye khatam sare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu

chahe jo bhi aap log naam mujheko dijiye
ek kaam kijiye jaam mujhko dijiye
chahe jo bhi aap log naam mujheko dijiye
ek kaam kijiye jaam mujhko dijiye
jaam mujhko dijiye
dekhiye ji raha hu, mai isi ke sahare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu

ae hasina jaan le vo diwana mai nahi
tere labj chum le vo tarana mai nahi
ae hasina jaan le vo diwana mai nahi
tere labj chum le vo tarana mai nahi
vo tarana mai nahi
kis liye teri aankhe kar rahi hai ishare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu

husn kya hai ek hasin jindagi ki dhul hai
ishq me hai kuch nasha ye magar fajul hai
husn kya hai ek hasin jindagi ki dhul hai
ishq me hai kuch nasha ye magar fajul hai
ye magar fajul hai
jisne bhi ki mohabbat mar gaya gham ke mare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu
dosto mere kise ho gaye khatam sare
ab na koi pukare mai sharab pi raha hu
mai sharab pi raha hu

My tales, my friends, they've all now run their course,
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.

My tales, my friends, they've all now run their course,
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.

Call me what you will, bestow upon my soul,
A single glass, to make my spirit whole.
Call me what you will, bestow upon my soul,
A single glass, to make my spirit whole.
Make my spirit whole,
See how I survive,
By this alone I swear.
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.

Oh, beauty, know, I'm not that lovestruck fool,
Nor that sweet song, that breaks love's rigid rule.
Oh, beauty, know, I'm not that lovestruck fool,
Nor that sweet song, that breaks love's rigid rule.
Why do your eyes now beckon, with a plea so rare?
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.

Beauty, alas, is but the dust of life,
And love's sweet poison, a futile, empty strife.
Beauty, alas, is but the dust of life,
And love's sweet poison, a futile, empty strife.
A futile, empty strife.
Who loved, they died, by sorrow's cruel snare.
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.
My tales, my friends, they've all now run their course,
No call for me, just drink's unending force.
I drink the wine,
I drink the wine.