na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai
na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai
na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai
jigar ke daag, chhil jaane ke din hai
jigar ke daag, chhil jaane ke din hai

ada sikho, ada aane ke din hai
ada sikho, ada aane ke din hai
ada sikho, ada aane ke din hai
abhi to dur, sharmane ke din hai
abhi to dur, sharmane ke din hai

gareba dhundhte hai hath mere
gareba dhundhte hai hath mere
chaman me phul khil jane ke din hai
chaman me phul khil jane ke din hai
na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai

tumhe raaz-e-mohabbat kya bataaye
tumhe raaz-e-mohabbat kya bataaye
tumhe raaz-e-mohabbat kya bataaye
tumhare khelne khaane ke din hai
tumhare khelne khaane ke din hai

ghataaye udi udi keh rahi hai
ghataaye udi udi keh rahi hai
maye angur khichwane ke din hai
na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai
na keh saaqi, bahaar aane ke din hai
jigar ke daag, chhil jaane ke din hai

Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return,
Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return,
Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return,
These are the days the heart's wounds must learn.
These are the days the heart's wounds must learn.

Learn grace now, for grace is near,
Learn grace now, for grace is near,
Learn grace now, for grace is near,
Yet shame's blush holds us, far and clear.
Yet shame's blush holds us, far and clear.

My hands now search my own torn vest,
My hands now search my own torn vest,
The garden blooms, where petals rest.
The garden blooms, where petals rest,
Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return.

How to tell the secret of love's fire?
How to tell the secret of love's fire?
How to tell the secret of love's fire?
These are the days for play, for desire.
These are the days for play, for desire.

The clouds, adrift, whisper low,
The clouds, adrift, whisper low,
The wine of grapes is soon to flow.
Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return,
Do not speak, O cupbearer, of spring's return,
These are the days the heart's wounds must learn.