chhu lene do naazuk hotho ko
kuchh aur nahi hai jaam hai ye
qudarat ne jo hamako bakshaa hai
vo sabase hasi inaam hai ye

sharamaa ke na yun hi kho denaa
ragin javaani ki ghadiyaan
betaab dhadakate sino kaa
aramaan bharaa paigaam hai ye, chhu

achchho ko buraa saabit karanaa
duniyaa ki puraani aadat hai
is mai ko mubaarak chiz samajh
maanaa ki bahut badanaam hai ye, chhu

Let lips, so fragile, softly meet,
No mere libation do they keep.
A gift bestowed, a crafted art,
From Nature's hand, a beating heart.

Do not in shy retreat now flee,
The vibrant hours of youth's decree.
The urgent pulse of yearning breasts,
A message whispered, love's requests, let lips.

To taint the good, the world's old way,
An age-old habit, come what may.
Embrace this wine, a blessed grace,
Though whispers claim it holds disgrace, let lips.