shekh kahta hain main nahi pita
ha wo angur khub kahta hain
shekh kahta hain main nahi pita
ha wo angur khub kahta hain
aa fark itna hain ashq dono me
ham to pite hain wo chabata hain

pite raho sharaab magar
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho
hosh me raho ji magar hosh me raho
mausam pe hain shabaav,magar hosh me raho
mausam pe hain shabaav, magar hosh me raho
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho

kisne pilaai kitani pilaai, kahan se pi
kisne pilaai kitani pilaai, kahan se pi
kisne pilaai kitani pilaai, kahan se pi
rakho na ye hishaab magar hosh me raho
rakho na ye hishaab magar hosh me raho
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho

hontho se gesuo se badan se nigaah se
hontho se gesuo se badan se nigaah se
hontho se gesuo se badan se nigaah se
jamkar piyo janaab magar hosh me raho
jamkar piyo janaab magar hosh me raho
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho
mausam pe hain shabaav,magar hosh me raho
pite raho sharaab magar, hosh me raho

The Sheikh proclaims, "I do not drink,"
Yet grapes he devours, a sweet, plump link.
The difference lies, a tearful divide,
We drink, our souls in liquid tide,
He chews the fruit, where truths reside.

Drink the wine, yet hold your mind,
Drink the wine, the truth to find.
Drink the wine, the spirit's quest,
Stay aware, put your soul to the test.
Though youth may bloom, a fleeting grace,
Be mindful still, in time and space.
Drink the wine, your heart defined.

Who poured the cup, the source unseen?
Who poured the cup, a mystery keen?
Who poured the cup, a hidden scene?
Forget the count, the shadowed glean,
Stay aware, where dreams convene.
Drink the wine, your soul convene.

From lips, from tresses, form and gaze,
From lips, from tresses, in a haze,
From lips, from tresses, through life's maze,
Drink deep, my friends, in sunlit days,
Stay aware, in all your ways,
Drink the wine, where spirit sways.
Though youth may bloom, a fleeting grace,
Drink the wine, your soul's embrace.