koun hai jisne may nahi pi hai
koun jhuthi kasam uthata hai
maykade se jo bach nikalta hai
teri aankho me doob jata hai

jab ghir ke aayi kaali ghata
rindo ne kaha jee bhar ke pila
inkaar kiya jab saaqi ne
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye
jab ghir ke aayi kaali ghata
rindo ne kaha jee bhar ke pila
inkaar kiya jab saaqi ne
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye

jab aaye sharaabi masti me
sab doob gaye yun masti me
hangama hua ek hasti me
hangama hua ek hasti me
log aaye jab maykhane tak
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye

saaqi ki naqaab ulat te hi
kimat naa rahi paimaane ki
rounak hi gayi maykhane ki
rounak hi gayi maykhane ki
sab pine lage jab aankho se
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye

saaqi ki nazar jab tang huyi
sheesho ki kismat sang huyi
yun saari faza be rang huyi
yun saari faza be rang huyi
maykhane me aisi jang huyi
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye
jab ghir ke aayi kaali ghata
rindo ne kaha jee bhar ke pila
inkaar kiya jab saaqi ne
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye
paimaane tut gaye paimaane tut gaye

Who has not drunk the wine of being?
Who swears false oaths, deceiving?
He who flees the tavern's sway,
Drowns at last within your gaze.

When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.

When the drunkards enter their revel,
All are submerged, the soul's level
Rises, a storm within the vessel,
A storm within the vessel.
They stumble, drawn to the tavern's call,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.

When the cup-bearer's veil is cast,
The value of the goblet passed,
The tavern's brilliance, overcast,
The tavern's brilliance, overcast.
All drink now from the eyes of all,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.

When the cup-bearer's glance grows stern,
The fate of the glass does turn,
And all the world begins to burn,
And all the world begins to burn.
A war within the tavern yearns,
The goblets shatter, doomed to fall.
When the dark clouds gather deep,
The revelers cry, "Fill, and keep
Pouring!" When the cup-bearer denies,
The goblets shatter, broken lies.
The goblets shatter, broken lies.