subah hoti hai to kahte hai ki kal raat ki tauba
sham hoti hai to kahte hai kis baat ki tauba
tauba tauba tauba
tauba tauba tauba, tauba tauba tauba
tauba tauba tauba, tauba tauba tauba

o sharabi chhod de peena fod de bottel, fod de meena
o sharabi chhod de peena fod de bottel, fod de meena
kahta hai shabab
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab, o sharabi

bottel me bhari aag naye gul khilati hai
bottel me bhari aag naye gul khilati hai
ijjat utaar leti hai nanga nachati hai
chakkar me agar sharab ke tu jinda rahega
to khud hi apne aap se sharminda rahega
nadan agar tune meri baat na mani
ek din tujhi pe royegi ye teri jawani, kyu maut ko
kyu maut ko hontho se lagata hai meri ja
kyu jaan ke tu jaan ganwata hai meri ja
ha ganwata hai meri ja, ho ganwata hai meri jaan
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab, kharab
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab, o sharabi

kis baat ka hungama hai thodi si humne pee hai
daka to nahi daala chori to nahi ki hai
jis chiz ne duniya me bada kaam kiya hai
duniya ne usi chiz ko badnaam kiya hai
insaa ki jawani ko jaga de ye wo shay hai
murdo ko phir se jinda bana de ye wo shay hai
iski to zamane me hai rangi kahani
ye sham ki shahjadi ye hi raat ki rani
apni yahi, apni yahi hai jaan yahi zindagi huyi
chhuthi nahi hai munh se ye tafir lagi huyi
ha ha tafir lagi huyi, ye hi tafir lagi huyi
jisne chhodi sharab uska khana kharab
hoye jisne chhodi sharab uska khana kharab
pee sharabi o jara jam ke pee ha

maikharo ne suraj ko nikalte nahi dekha
maikharo ne suraj ko nikalte nahi dekha
phulo ki hansi kaliyo ko khilte nahi dekha
pee le to nahi rahta inhe ghar ka pata yaad
na apni khud yaad inhe aur na khuda yaad
in logo ka dophar me hota hai savera
chehre pe hai fitkaar na hust ka hai dera, beimano ka
beimano ka imaan hai bas peena peelana
inke liye dojakh ne na jannat me thikana
ha na jannat me thikana, ho na jannat me thikana
ari o chhokariyo galib kahin hai
zahid sharab peene de maszid me baithakr
ya u jagah bata jaha par khuda na ho
humar matlab bhagwan

ye kaun si
ye kaun si mehfil hai zamane se nirali
kawali ke parde me jaha chalti hai gaali, uljhaya hai
uljhaya hai kis vaaste launde ko takht pe
hum dost the jo daud pade thik wakht pe, ae chhokri
ae chhokri humka na dikha apne ye tevar
lohe ka jigar rakhte hai hum taxi driver, hum kaahe ko
hum kaahe ko peete hai tumka e batayi de
funki me ek hasina dui dikhayi de
dui tho dui dikhayi de, ari ha dui dikhayi de

ambar ki juba me inhe sab kahte hai bevda
badbu na jaye sent maare ya mare kewda
lahrake dagmagake yu chalte hai sharabi
jaise ki bailgadi me ho koi kharabi
jana hai idhar aur udhar jate hai bevde
chalte huye patri se utar jate hai bevde
do aadmi inko ghar tak pahunchane ko jaye
warna gattar ka pani peeke dubki lagaye
besharmo ko ijjat ka bhi ehsaas nahi hai
ijjat are ijjat yo inke pass nahi hai

hum jaante hai sharmo haya kaun chiz hai
hum jaante hai sharmo haya kaun chiz hai
ijjat ki humko tumse jyada tamiz hai
do ghunt chuha peele to billi ko de gaali
chuhe ki isi baat pe sab dete hai taali
gidad jo peele sher se takrane ko jaye
gidad ma chhupe sher ko e chiz jagaye
hum log ise kahte hai langur ke beti
ari lagur na hi e to hai, ari ha e to hai
ari ha e to hai, angur ki beti
ye akal ke andhe nahi sudhrenge umar bhar
gham ho khushi ho peete hai bottel nichod kar
koi mauka ho na ho
peena peelana chahiye
jinda rahne ke liye kuch to bahana chahiye samjhi
ho aashiqi najro se dekho
hai najare aur bhi jinda rahne ke liye
ab hai sahare aur bhi
tod de paimana bottel aur meena fod de
agar teri najro se mil jaye
to peena chhod de, sacchi ha ji
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab
jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab
o jisne pee li sharab uska khana kharab

Each dawn, they swear off yesterday's drink,
Each dusk, they question why the pledge, why think?
Tawba, tawba, tawba,
Tawba, tawba, tawba, tawba.

O, drunkard, cease this wine, shatter the glass,
Break the bottles, let the moment pass!
So cries the youth,
For those who drink, their lives, a cursed truth.
Those who drink, their lives, a cursed truth, O drunkard.

The fire within the bottle blooms anew,
A thousand crimson roses, for me and you.
It strips away your honour, bares you bare,
If in its thrall, you linger in despair.
If, foolish, you ignore my pleading voice,
One day, your youth will weep, bereft of choice.
Why do you kiss death with your thirsty lips, my dear?
Why, knowing, do you lose your very sphere?
Yes, lose your sphere, oh lose your sphere,
For those who drink, their lives, a cursed sphere.
Those who drink, their lives, a cursed truth, O drunkard.

What tumult stirs? A little wine we taste,
No theft we've done, nor honour we have misplaced.
The thing that shaped the world with mighty hand,
The world itself has come to understand.
It wakes the soul, the spirit it ignites,
Revives the dead, in darkest, deepest nights.
It has a tale, a story to unfold,
The princess of the evening, nights of old.
Our life, our love, our very breath it seems,
Forever bound, within intoxicating dreams.
Yes, intoxicating dreams, within it seems,
Those who leave the wine, their lives cursed by it seems.
Those who leave the wine, their lives cursed by it seems.
Drink, drunkard, drink with all your might!

The tavern's denizens, the sun they've never seen,
The flowers' laughter, nor the budding, verdant sheen.
They drink, and home, and self, and God are lost,
Their midday dawns, at what a weary cost.
Their faces marked, by scorn, and vacant stares,
No place for beauty, only deep despairs.
Their only creed, to drink and to be fed,
Their hell or heaven, a thought that's left unsaid.
Yes, unsaid, oh, unsaid,
As Ghalib said,
"Let the drunkard drink in the mosque's hold,
Or show a place where God's not in the fold."

What strange assembly, different from the rest?
Where holy songs are sung with words that test.
Why is the boy ensnared upon the throne?
We were the friends who hurried to be known.
Oh, girl, don't flash those eyes with fiery grace,
We taxi drivers, hearts of iron embrace.
Why do we drink? Let me explain to you,
In a single swig, a maiden comes in view.
Yes, in view, yes, in view.

In heaven's tongue, they call them "drunkards" all,
Perfume or stench, they rise and stumble, fall.
They sway, they totter, like a broken cart,
Going nowhere, with a broken heart.
They go one way, and turn another way,
They fall off tracks and go astray.
Two men will lead them to their final door,
Or wallow in the filth, and ask for more.
The shameless ones, no honour do they know,
Honour, alas, they've never come to know.

We understand the shame, the modesty,
More than you, we know our dignity.
Drink two small gulps, then curse the cat with spite,
And all the mice will cheer with all their might.
The jackal tries to face the lion's roar,
The jackal hides, and stirs the sleeping core.
We call it "monkey's daughter", and it's true,
Yes, it is true, and it is true,
The daughter of the grape, it's true.
These blind of mind will never change their ways,
In grief or joy, they drink through endless days.
No matter what,
To drink and to be fed,
Some excuse for life is what they’ve said.
Oh, love with your eyes,
There are more sights to see,
For life, there are more supports, just for you and me.
Break the goblet, bottle, and then smash the glass,
If your eyes meet mine, then let the drinking pass.
Truly yes,
For those who drink, their lives, a cursed truth.
Oh, for those who drink, their lives, a cursed truth.