ghar baith ke sab pi lenge
ghar baith ke sab pi lenge, to maikhano ka kyaa hoga
maikhano ka kyaa hoga
nazron se guzara chal jaaye
nazron se guzara chal jaaye, to paimaano ka kyaa hoga
paimaano ka kyaa hoga

yun to hum sokhin nahi ye, soch ke bas pi lete hain
yun to hum sokhin nahi ye, soch ke bas pi lete hain
ghar mejbaan na piyega to
ghar mejbaan na piyega to, phir mehmaano ka kyaa hoga
mehmaano ka kyaa hoga

kuchh ring nahi hargiz karte, mehfil ki shaan me gustakhi
kuchh rind nahi hargiz karte, mehfil ki shaan me gustakhi
lekin jo behek ne lagate hain
lekin jo behek ne lagate hain, un naadano ka kyaa hoga
un naadano ka kyaa hoga

humne suna hain jannat me, mai par takrire hoti hain
hamne suna hain jannat me, mai par takrire hoti hain
ye haal hain agar farishto ka
ye haal hain agar farishto ka, to hum insaano ka kyaa hoga
ham insaano ka kyaa hoga

nazron se ghzara chal jaaye
nazron se guzara chal jaaye, to paimaano ka kyaa hoga
paimaano ka kyaa hoga
ghar baith ke sab pi lenge
ghar baith ke sab pi lenge, to maikhano ka kyaa hoga
maikhano ka kyaa hoga

If all drink in their homes, sequestered,
then what becomes of the tavern's soul?
The taverns, what of their destiny?

If glances suffice for the journey,
then what of the chalices, brimming and bold?
The chalices, what will they hold?

We aren't mere revelers, drinking lightly,
we drink, for thought, in profound reflection, we know.
But if the host refrains from the pour,
then what of the guests, their hearts aglow?
The guests, where will they go?

We never disrupt the gathering's grace,
no offense we would ever allow.
But when the intoxicated, they stumble and sway,
then what of those innocents, lost somehow?
The innocents, who do they know?

We have heard of discourses in Paradise,
debates, they say, on the nature of wine.
If this is the state of the angels above,
then what of us mortals, so earthly and fine?
We mortals, what is our design?

If glances suffice for the journey,
then what of the chalices, brimming and bold?
The chalices, what will they hold?
If all drink in their homes, sequestered,
then what becomes of the tavern's soul?
The taverns, what of their destiny?