peene ki hum ko aadat dukh me bhali lagi hai
dukh me bhali lagi hai
dukh me bhali lagi hai
dukh me bhali lagi hai
gham dil ko kha raha hai may gham ko kha rahi hai
may gham ko kha rahi hai

khilne ke din se pahle hansne ke din se pahle
ae dil jo sukh jaye
ae dil jo sukh jaye kahne ko wo kali hai
kahne ko wo kali hai

itne to garm aansu hote nahi kisi ke
kya bund khun-e-dil ki
kya bund khun-e-dil ki aankho se bah rahi hai
aankho se bah rahi hai

aatho pahar wo hanste din raat hum tadapte
ik wo bhi zindagi hai ik ye bhi zindagi hai
ik ye bhi zindagi hai
peene ki hum ko aadat dukh me bhali lagi hai
dukh me bhali lagi hai

The habit of drinking, in sorrow, felt so right,
In sorrow, felt so right,
In sorrow, felt so right,
In sorrow, felt so right.
Grief devours the heart, and wine consumes the pain,
Wine consumes the pain.

Before the bloom, before the laughter's light,
Oh heart, if you should wither,
Oh heart, if you should wither, a bud they call it,
A bud they call it.

Such warmth, no other tears could ever hold,
What drop of heart's own blood,
What drop of heart's own blood, flows down the eyes,
Flows down the eyes.

She laughs all hours, while we writhe in night,
That life is theirs, and ours,
That life is theirs, and ours,
That life is ours.
The habit of drinking, in sorrow, felt so right,
In sorrow, felt so right.