yeh duniya jab leke taraju tera tol ke bhav bataye
yaar kahe aa sene se lag ja duniya bhad mein jaaye

do kahan hai ek hi hai yaari mein do hote hi nahi
usko kaato dard isko yari mein do hote hi nahi
o kache gud si yari yari o meethe pani se pyaari
to aaja jashan mana le yara ve yaar botle laga le
dil ke andhero ko woh tatole
man ko pilole matka le khole

yara yari bina hai besuri meri jindagi
yara yari bina hai besuri hai besuri besuri jingadi
yari bina hai besuri hai besuri besuri jingadi
yara yari bina hai besuri hai besuri besuri jingadi
yari bina hai besuri hai besuri besuri jingadi

meri hichkio mein hai woh shamil
mere khawabon mein
mere mausmo mein titliyon ko chhod e wo
o mere aasuon ko motiyon si shaan bakshe wo
meri basuri mein aake sansein jode woh
o kache gud si yari yari o meethe pani se pyari
to aaja jash mana le yara ve yaar botle laga le

dil ke andhero ko woh tatole
man ko piyole matka le khole
yara yari bina hai besuri meri jindagi
yara yari bina hai besuri hai besuri
besuri jingadi
yari bina hai besuri hai besuri
besuri jingadi

When the world weighs you down, its scales of judgment shown,
My friend whispers, "Embrace me, let the world be overthrown."
Where two exist, friendship cannot reside,
To sever one, the pain, for both now coincide.
Oh, friendship raw as jaggery, sweet as betel's delight,
Come, let us celebrate, my friend, and drink the night.
He delves into shadows of the heart,
churns the mind, and breaks the seal apart.

Without friendship, my life is a discordant plea,
Without friendship, discordant, discordant is my decree.
Discordant is my life, discordant, a melody unsung.
Without friendship, discordant, the echoes have not rung.
Discordant is my life, discordant, a melody unsung.

He is woven in my every sigh,
Within my dreams, beneath the sky.
He joins the butterflies to my weather's art,
Bestows on my tears the luster of a pearl's heart.
He breathes life into my flute's hollow space,
Oh, friendship raw as jaggery, sweet betel's embrace,
Come, let us celebrate, my friend, and let the bottles race.

He delves into shadows of the heart,
churns the mind, and breaks the seal apart.
Without friendship, my life is a discordant plea,
Without friendship, discordant, discordant is my decree.
Discordant is my life, discordant, a melody unsung.