mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, pita hu gam bhulane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, pita hu gam bhulane ko
teri yade mitane ko pita hu gam bhulane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, piti hu gam bhulane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, piti hu gam bhulane ko
teri yade mitane ko teri yade mitane ko
piti hu gam bhulane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, pita hu gam bhulane ko

lakho me hajaro me ek too naa najar aayi
lakho me hajaro me ek too naa najar aayi
teraa koyi khat aaya naa koyi khabar aayi
kya tune bhula dala apne iss divane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, piti hu gam bhulane ko

khoyi woh kitabe dil jis dil kaa hai yeh kissa
khoyi woh kitabe dil jis dil kaa hai yeh kissa
ek hissa hai pas mere tere pas hai ek hissa
mai pura karu kaise iss dil key fasane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, pita hu gam bhulane ko

mil jate agar abb ham aag lag jati pani me
mil jate agar abb ham aag lag jati pani me
bachpan si wahi dosti ho jati javani me
chahat me badal dete ham iss dostone ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, piti hu gam bhulane ko
mujhe pine kaa shauk nahi, pita hu gam bhulane ko

I drink not for the pleasure, but to drown the sorrow deep,
I drink not for the pleasure, to lull my heart to sleep.
To erase the memories, those shadows of your face,
I drink not for the pleasure, in this desolate space.
I drink not for the pleasure, but to drown the sorrow's sting,
To erase the memories, the echoes your absence bring,
To erase the memories, the whispers of your name,
I drink not for the pleasure, to douse the burning flame.

Lost in the countless faces, a thousand and a host,
You, my love, are absent, a phantom, a forgotten ghost.
No letter, no message, no whisper of your grace,
Have you truly forgotten, this heart in this forsaken place?
I drink not for the pleasure, to ease the aching pain.

The story of a heart, in lost pages it resides,
The story of a heart, where memory presides.
A fragment I possess, you hold a piece as well,
How can I complete it, this story I must tell?
I drink not for the pleasure, but to drown the sorrow's spell.

If our paths should cross again, the water would ignite,
If our paths should cross again, a brand new fire alight,
Childhood's fleeting friendship, in youth's embrace reborn,
We would change our longing, our friendship would be sworn.
I drink not for the pleasure, to soothe this weary soul,
I drink not for the pleasure, to make my spirit whole.