ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani
isi me hamari hai sari kahani
ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani
isi me hamari hai sari kahani
ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani

ye kahti hai dunia ise chhod du mai
ye botal buri chiz hai tod du mai
magar kya karu hai aadat purani
are isi me hamari hai sari kahani
ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani

baharo ki rani ye khwabo ki mallika
ise bhi nasha chadh gaya halka halka
salamat rahe tu teri ye jawani
isi me hamari hai sari kahani
ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani

surahi ki aadat hai iski chhuda de
mere sar se tu fikre dunia hata de
tera shukariya or teri meharbani
are isi me hamari hai sari kahani
ye mahfil ye botal ye rangin pani
isi me hamari hai sari kahani

This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide,
Within its depths, our whole story does reside.
This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide,
Within its depths, our whole story does confide.
This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide.

The world implores, "Forsake this embrace,"
"Shatter the bottle, its stain to erase."
Yet old habits, a relentless decree,
For within it, our whole story we see.
This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide.

Queen of spring, a vision of dreams,
Even she, it seems, has caught the sun's gleams.
May your youth ever flourish and be free,
For within it, our whole story we see.
This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide.

Break the jug's hold, its allure unwind,
Lift from my head the world's judging mind.
Your kindness, your grace, a blessing to me,
For within it, our whole story we see.
This gathering, this bottle, the colored tide,
Within its depths, our whole story does confide.