ye jo halka halka surur hai
ye jo halka halka surur hai, sab teri najar ka kasur hai
tune jam labo se pila diya, mujhe ek sarabi bana diya
mujhe ek sarabi bana diya re mujhe ek sarabi bana diya
ye jo hum dono me surur hai
ye jo hum dono me surur hai, ye sab sawan ka kasur hai
kuch kali ghata ne pila diya, kuch teri najar ne pila diya
haye mujhe sarabi bana diya, haye mujhe sarabi bana diya

tu jhumti botal lagti hai, tu jhumti botal lagti hai
pura maykhana lagti hai, mujhe or nasha chad jata hai
jab tu nagin si chalti hai
jab tu nagin si chalti hai, re mujhe or nasha chad jata hai
tu pikar jhuth bolta hai, tu pikar jhuth bolta hai
tujhe kala kauwa katega, are tujhe kala kauwa katega
ab kauwa kate ya sap dase, tune pyar ka jahar pila diya
mujhe ek sarabi bana diya re mujhe ek sarabi bana diya

maine pahle bhi tumnhe kahi dekha hai
tu kuch kuch aisi lagti hai, tu kuch kuch aisi lagti hai
mujhe rekha jaisi dikhti hai, mujhe bahut chad gayi hai sayad
tu double role me lagti hai, mujhe do do rekha dikhti hai
mujhe do do rekha dikhti hai, jhutha kahi ka
tu pikar jhuth bolta hai, tu pikar jhuth bolta hai
tujhe kala kauwa katega, re tujhe kala kauwa katega
ab kauwa kate ya sap dase, tune pyar ka jahar pila diya
mujhe ek sarabi bana diya re mujhe ek sarabi bana diya

ye jo halka halka surur hai, ye sab sawan ka kasur hai
nahi nahi ye teri najar ka kusur hai
tune jam labo se pila diya
hum dono ko sarabi bana diya re hum dono ko sarabi bana diya
hum dono ko sarabi bana diya

This subtle intoxication, this haze,
All the fault of your gaze.
You offered the cup of your lips,
And made me a drunkard, with fingertips.
A drunkard I am, hopelessly lost.

This shared intoxication, this bliss,
All the fault of a monsoon kiss.
The dark clouds poured, you gazed upon me,
And with each look, a deeper decree.
Ah, I am drunk, forever now.

You sway like a bottle, a dance,
You feel like a whole tavern's trance.
And the intoxication swells and starts,
When you move like a serpent, in parts.
The intoxication rises in the soul.

You lie when you drink, your words, untrue,
May a black crow come and bite you.
Let the crow peck, let the serpent sting,
But you poured the poison of love, taking wing.
And made me a drunkard, to forever consume.

I feel I've seen you somewhere before,
You seem so familiar, wanting more.
You remind me of a painting, a dream,
Perhaps I'm drunk, it would seem.
Two versions of you, I see now.

You lie when you drink, your words, untrue,
May a black crow come and bite you.
Let the crow peck, let the serpent sting,
But you poured the poison of love, taking wing.
And made me a drunkard, to forever consume.

This subtle intoxication, this trance,
All the fault of a monsoon's dance.
No, no, the fault of your eyes, so deep,
You offered the cup, secrets to keep.
Made drunkards of us, both you and I.
Drunkards forever, beneath the sky.