saaqi saaqi
dil bujh hi gayaa hai sine me
kuchh lutf nahi ab jine me
saaqi saaqi

saaqi tere jaam wo jaam nahi
kyaa rakhaa hai ab pine me
saaqi tere jaam wo jaam nahi
kyaa rakhaa hai ab pine me
saaqi saaqi

saaqi pahali si baat nahi
pahale din pahali raat nahi
jab teraa hi wo haath nahi
jab teraa hi wo haath nahi
kyaa rakhaa hai phir sine me
saaqi saaqi

ab saawan ke din bit gaye
ham haar gaye tum jit gaye
saaqi jab chhod ke mit gaye
saaqi jab chhod ke mit gaye
kuchh lutf nahi phir jine me
saaqi saaqi
dil bujh hi gayaa hai sine me
kuchh lutf nahi ab jine me
saaqi saaqi

O, Saki, Saki,
The heart has dimmed within the breast,
No joy remains in life's behest.
O, Saki, Saki.

Your cup, O Saki, is not the same,
What pleasure lingers in this game?
Your cup, O Saki, is not the same,
What pleasure lingers in this game?
O, Saki, Saki.

No longer that first, sweet embrace,
No longer the dawn of that first space,
When your hand, your own dear grace,
When your hand, your own dear grace,
No solace in this lonely place.
O, Saki, Saki.

The rains of summer have all flown,
I've lost, and you have won alone,
When you, O Saki, have withdrawn,
When you, O Saki, have withdrawn,
No joy remains, the seed unsown.
O, Saki, Saki.
The heart has dimmed within the breast,
No joy remains in life's behest.
O, Saki, Saki.