maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li
aji karte kya or jate kaha
dil ke jakhmo ko dikhlate kaha
kyoki jaman to kbhi kisi ka na hua
maine pi li maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li

pine me koi maja to nahi ye bhi koi zahari dva to nahi
dur khadi rahi duniya sath kisi ne diya to nahi
fir mujhse hui kya khata kya pata kya pata
maine pi li maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li
najuk se ek dil par gam the hazar sare
najuk se ek dil par gam the hazar sare
utna badha andhera jitne diye jalaye

tum pyar ka ho sagar mere magar nahi ho
tan man ki aag me aakar kaise bujhaye
kaise bhujhaye kaise bhujhaye maine pi li
maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li meri khushi mai piyu na piyu
meri khushi mai jiyu na jiyu jakham diye jo tumne
marzi meri mai siyu na siyu meri khusi mai piyu na piyu
meri khushi mai jiyu na jiyu jakham diye jo tumne
marzi meri mai siyu na siyu ye bhi jine ki hai ek ada
ek ada ek ada maine pi li maine pi li mera dil kiya
maine pi li mera dil kiya maine pi li

I drank, my heart compelled, I drank,
I drank, my heart compelled,
I drank, I drank.
What else to do, where else to flee?
Where to display the heart's deep misery?
For none are born who truly live,
I drank, I drank, my heart compelled,
I drank, I drank.

In drink, no pleasure can be found,
No poison, just a circling round.
The world, it warned, no hand to lend,
No one to stay, no faithful friend.
What sin was mine, what fault to own?
I drank, I drank, my heart compelled,
I drank, I drank.

Upon a heart, so frail, so slight,
A thousand sorrows dimmed the light.
The dark grew deeper, vast and wide,
The more the lamps of hope I tried.
You are a sea of love, I know,
But near my core, you cannot flow.
In body's fire, and spirit's ache,
How to quench, how to forsake?
I drank, my heart compelled, I drank,
I drank, I drank.

In my own joy, to drink or not,
In my own joy, to live or rot,
The wounds you gave, I choose to mend,
In my own joy, my heart to tend.
In my own joy, to drink or not,
In my own joy, to live or rot,
The wounds you gave, I choose to mend.
To live this way, a chosen grace,
A chosen grace, I drank, my heart compelled,
I drank, I drank.