main haadso se, jaam ladata chala gaya
hansta hansata, peeta peelata chala gaya
wo rafta rafta, jaam peelate gaye mujhe
main rafta rafta, hosh mein aata chala gaya

sardi ho ya garmi ho
sardi ho ya garmi ho, ya baarish ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
sasti ho ya mehangi ho, jyada ho ya kam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam

har pal sath nibhati hai, har dukh ki ye saathi hai
har pal sath nibhati hai, har dukh ki ye saathi hai
har dukh ki ye saathi hai ye jeena sikhalati hai
may to saath rahegi apne, khushiya ho ya gham
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
sardi ho ya garmi ho
sardi ho ya garmi ho, ya baarish ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam

duniya se ghabrana kyu, logo se sharmana kyu
duniya se ghabrana kyu, logo se sharmana kyu
logo se sharmana kyu, maikhane mein na jana kyu
khud bhi peeyenge peelayenge hum
jab tak dum mein hai dum
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
sardi ho ya garmi ho
sardi ho ya garmi ho, ya baarish ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam

har ek shaam adhuri hai, may se kyu ye duri hai
har ek shaam adhuri hai, may se kyu ye duri hai
may se kyu ye duri hai, kaisi ye majburi hai
rashid aakhir na peene ki, kyun khayi hai kasam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
sardi ho ya garmi ho
sardi ho ya garmi ho, ya baarish ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
sasti ho ya mehangi ho, jyada ho ya kam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam
har mausam hai, peene ka mausam

With fate's harsh blows, I raised a glass,
Smiling, jesting, letting moments pass.
They, sip by sip, poured the wine for me,
While I, by degrees, towards reason's decree.

Whether winter's cold embrace,
Or summer's burning face,
Or rains that softly pour,
Every season calls for more.
Be it cheap or costly wine,
Much or little, it's divine,
Every season calls for mine.

Companions true in every hour,
Friends in sorrow's shadowed bower,
They teach us how to live and thrive,
Wine will stay, come what may,
Through joy's light or sorrow's gray.
Every season calls for mine,
Every season calls for mine.
Whether winter's cold embrace,
Or summer's burning face,
Or rains that softly pour,
Every season calls for more,
Every season calls for mine.

Why fear the world's disdain?
Why blush at human strain?
Why shun the tavern's door?
Let's drink, and pour some more!
We'll drink together, side by side,
As long as breath and life abide.
Every season calls for mine,
Every season calls for mine.
Whether winter's cold embrace,
Or summer's burning face,
Or rains that softly pour,
Every season calls for more,
Every season calls for mine.

Each evening feels incomplete,
Why this distance, bitter-sweet?
Why this separation's hold?
Rashid, why vows of old?
Every season calls for mine,
Every season calls for mine.
Whether winter's cold embrace,
Or summer's burning face,
Or rains that softly pour,
Every season calls for more,
Every season calls for mine.
Be it cheap or costly wine,
Much or little, it's divine,
Every season calls for mine,
Every season calls for mine.