ankho me jalte angare sine me pathar ka dil hai
ham hai chor lutere daku ye mahfil apni mahfil hai

he mahfil me aakar saqi banu ya mahbuba
toba yaha to har koi nase me hai duba
mahfil me aakar saqi banu ya mahbuba
toba yaha to har koi nase me hai duba
mara kisi ko luta kisi ka jisne bhi mal khajana hai
dunia se ek din jana hai usko sab kuch yahi rah jana hai
mahfil me aakar saqi banu ya mahbuba
toba yaha to har koi nase me hai duba

Eyes, embers ablaze, a heart of stone resides,
Are we thieves, bandits, or where the night confides?

In this gathering, should I pour the wine, or be the beloved's grace?
Alas, here, each soul is lost in a drunken embrace.
In this gathering, should I pour the wine, or be the beloved's grace?
Alas, here, each soul is lost in a drunken embrace.

Some wound another, some plunder and steal,
For all, this world's wealth, one day it shall yield.
From this world we depart, leaving all that we embrace,
In this gathering, should I pour the wine, or be the beloved's grace?
Alas, here, each soul is lost in a drunken embrace.