hath mere hai madhu ka pyala
hath mere hai madhu ka pyala
tera rup bana madhushala
hath mere hai madhu ka pyala

dhul hu mai roz mita hu
kab chalki sapno ki dhala
jab poonam ki madira barse
jab poonam ki madira barse
tujhe chandani ne nahlaye nahlaye nahlaye
tab ye gora badan tumhara taj mahal ban jaye
rup sudha ki ek bund ko
tarse ye tera matwala
hath mere hai madhu ka pyala
tera rup bana madhushala
hath mere hai madhu ka pyala

My hand, a chalice brimming sweet,
My hand, a chalice, honey-deep.
Your form, a tavern, love's retreat.
My hand, a chalice, secrets keep.

Each dawn, I dust, I fade, I cease,
When will dreams' vessel overflow?
When moonbeams pour, a silver peace,
When moonbeams pour, a silver glow,
And bathe you in their gentle sheen,
Bathe you and cleanse, and softly gleam,
Then your fair form, a dream unseen,
Becomes a Taj, a love supreme.
For one sweet drop of beauty's grace,
My heart, a drunkard, longs to know.
My hand, a chalice, time and space,
Your form, a tavern, soft and slow.
My hand, a chalice, letting go.