phir tire najar se chhed jigar
phir aankh mila bismil kar de
jee bhar key tadap lu
dard uthe itna toh karam katil kar de

ho kair tere maikane kee
taukir badhe paimane kee
o mast najar wale sakee
mastee bhar de gafil kar de

Again, pierce my heart with your arrow's gaze,
Then meet my eyes, make me a martyr in the haze.
Let me writhe and tremble, pain surge and ignite,
Such mercy grant, O executioner of night.

May your tavern's glory ever bloom,
And the cup's honor swell, dispelling gloom.
O, you with eyes alight, my tipsy grace,
Fill the cup of madness, leave me lost in space.