main teri mast nigahi ka bharam rakh lunga
main teri mast nigahi ka bharam rakh lunga
hosh aaya bhi to kah dunga mujhe hosh nahi
hungama hai kyun barpa
hungama hai kyun barpa
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai
daka to nahi dala
daka to nahi dala chori to nahi ki hai
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai

us may se nahi matlab dil jisse ho begana
begana, begana
us may se nahi matlab dil jisse ho begana
maksud hai us may se
maksud hai us may se dil hi me jo khinchti hai
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai
daka to nahi dala
daka to nahi dala
daka to nahi dala chori to nahi ki hai
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai

suraj me lage dhabba fitrat ke karishme hai
suraj me lage dhabba fitrat ke karishme hai
but humko kahe khafir
but humko kahe khafir allah ki marzi hai
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai
daka to nahi dala
daka to nahi dala chori to nahi ki hai
hungama hai kyun barpa thodi si jo pee li hai

natjurbakari se waaiz ki ye baate hai
natjurbakari se waaiz ki ye baate hai
baate hai, waaiz ki ye baate hai, baate hai, baate hai

I'll cherish the illusion of your gaze,
I'll cherish the illusion of your gaze.
If consciousness returns, I'll feign oblivion,
Why this commotion, this uproar?

Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken,
I’ve not pillaged, not plundered,
I’ve not stolen a thing.
Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken.

I care not for that wine,
which estranges the heart,
estranges the heart.
I care not for that wine,
which estranges the heart.
My desire is for the wine,
My desire is for the wine,
that intoxicates the soul itself.
Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken,
I’ve not pillaged, not plundered,
I’ve not stolen a thing.
Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken.

The sun itself has its blemishes,
Such is the miracle of nature,
They call us infidels,
But this is God's will.
Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken,
I’ve not pillaged, not plundered,
I’ve not stolen a thing.
Why this commotion, this uproar?
For a few sips have I taken.

The preacher's words are born of ignorance,
The preacher's words are born of ignorance.
Words, the preacher's words,
Words, words, words.