mai haadaso se jaam ladaata chala gaya
hansta hansata pita pilaata chala gaya
woh rafta rafta jaam pilaate gaye mujhe
mai rafta rafta hosh me aata chala gaya

sardee ho ya garmee ho ya barish kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
sastee ho ya mehangee ho jyaada ho ya kam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam

har pal saath nibhatee hai har dukh kee yeh saathee hai
har pal saath nibhatee hai har dukh kee yeh saathee hai
har dukh kee yeh saathee hai yeh jina sikhalaatee hai
mai toh saath rahegee apane khushiya ho ya gham
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
sardee ho ya garmee ho ya barish kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam

duneeya se ghabarana kyun logo se sharmaana kyun
duneeya se ghabarana kyun logo se sharmaana kyun
logo se sharmana kyun maikhaane me naa jaana kyun
khud bhee piyenge laayenge ham jab tak dum me hai dum
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
sardee ho ya garmee ho ya baarish kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam

har ek shaam adhuree hai mai se kyun yeh duree hai
har ek shaam adhuree hai mai se kyun yeh duree hai
mai se kyun yeh duree hai kaisee yeh majburee hai
rashid aakhir naa pine kee kyun khaaye kasam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
sardee ho ya garmee ho ya baarish kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
sastee ho ya mehangee ho jyaada ho ya kam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam
har mausam hai pine kaa mausam

From the tales of old, the chalice I embraced,
With laughter's touch, the drink I gently chased.
They offered sips, a subtle, slow release,
And bit by bit, my spirit found its peace.

Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.

Be it cheap or costly, in abundance or in scant,
Each season calls, a vibrant, flowing grant.
It walks with me in every single plight,
Through every sorrow, guiding me to light.
It stays beside, in joy or tearful plea,
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.

Why fear the world, why hide from judging eyes?
Why shy away, when solace softly lies?
Why not embrace the tavern's open door?
We'll drink and share, until our breaths are no more.
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.

Each evening incomplete, a yearning in the soul,
Why this distance, this unyielding role?
Why this constraint, this binding, heavy chain?
Rashid, why vows to abstain, to not partake again?
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.
Be it cheap or costly, in abundance or in scant,
Each season calls, a vibrant, flowing grant.
Each season calls for revelry.
Each season calls for revelry.