ye sham kuch rangen hai pine ki bat kijiye
ye sham kuch rangen hai pine ki bat kijiye
ye khata nahi sangen hai jine ki bat kijiye
chalka hai meh se pyala kar dega ye matwala mehfil
hai aaj sharabi pi le jo pine wala yara sakiya bhi hasen
hai ye sham kuch rangen hai pine ki bat kijiye

pi le sharabi kya pani milau tu jo kahe to jawani
milau pi le sharabi kya pani milau tu jo kahe to jawani
milau tere hi liye mai aayi pyale ko bahr ke layi
hotho se ise laga le har shay pe masti chai
tere pas ye nazned hai

ye sham kuch rangen hai pine ki bat kijiye
ye khata nahi sangen hai jine ki bat kijiye
jina hai bas nam zinda dili ka aao sikha du me uska salika
jina hai bas nam zinda dili ka aao sikha du me uska salika
mujhko bho me bhar lo ji bhar ke mohobat kar lo
ye nasha ranga layega ankho ki bhasha padh lo ye jawani badi
namkin hai

ye sham kuch rangen hai pine ki bat kijiye
ye khata nahi sangen hai jine ki bat kijiye
chalka hai meh se pyala kar dega ye matwala mehfil
hai aaj sharabi pi le jo pine wala yara sakiya bhi hasen hai
ye sham kuch rangeen hai pine ki bat kijiye

The evening wears a blush, let's speak of drink,
This twilight hues, let life's breath now be ink.
No grave transgression, but life's very art,
Let us converse of living, of the heart.

The goblet overflows, its nectar's sway,
This maddened gathering, intoxicated play.
O, drunkard, drink! If you the thirst possess,
The tavern-keeper smiles, a sweet caress.
This evening wears a blush, let's speak of drink.

Drink, O drunkard, shall I water blend?
Or should I youth's own essence now extend?
Drink, O drunkard, shall I water blend?
Or should I youth's own essence now extend?
For you alone, I've journeyed, filled with grace,
The first cup brimming, from this very place.
Embrace it with your hands, let bliss descend,
Upon all things, their mystic paths extend.
Beside you, beauty, a vision to behold,
This evening wears a blush, let's speak of drink,
No grave transgression, but life's very art,
Let us converse of living, of the heart.

To live is but a name, Delhi's deep soul,
Come, I will teach you, make you truly whole.
To live is but a name, Delhi's deep soul,
Come, I will teach you, make you truly whole.
Fill me with yourself, embrace my fire,
Drink deeply of love, and then aspire.
This intoxication, colors it will bring,
Read the language of the eyes, on soaring wings,
This youth, oh, how it burns, how it's sublime,
This evening wears a blush, let's speak of drink,
No grave transgression, but life's very art,
Let us converse of living, of the heart.

The goblet overflows, its nectar's sway,
This maddened gathering, intoxicated play.
O, drunkard, drink! If you the thirst possess,
The tavern-keeper smiles, a sweet caress.
This evening wears a blush, let's speak of drink.