मदिरा नपिउँ त के पिउँ विष पिउने आँट भएन
बेहोश नभई एक क्षण पनि जिउने आँट भएन
रहरले होइन उनकै यादले मलाई पिलाउँछ
उनले गरेको विश्वासघातले मलाई पिलाउँछ
यति मात्र होइन हर दिनरातले मलाई पिलाउँछ
यति घाउ छन् कि मनमा कहीँ सिउने आँट भएन
अब त लौ कसैले साथ दिने आश पनि गो
प्याला समाउने हातमा हात दिने आश पनि गो
वसन्तले फूल त के पात दिने आश पनि गो
यति पीर छन् कि होशमा अब रुने आँट भएन
Madira napiu ta ke piu bish piune aat bhaena
Behosh nabhai ek kshan pani jiune aat bhaena
Raharle hoina unkai yaadle malai pilaaunchha
Unle gareko bishwasaghatle malai pilaaunchha
Yati matra hoina har din-ratle malai pilaaunchha
Yati ghau chhan ki manma kahi siune aant bhaena
Aba ta lau kasaile saath dine aasha pani go
Pyala samaune haatma haat dine aasha pani go
Wasantale phool ta ke pat dine aasha pani go
Yati pir chhan ki hoshma aba rune aanta bhaena
What shall I drink if not the wine
For I have no courage to drink poison
Couldn’t dare to live even for once
Without loosing my own senses out
Not my choice but her memories
Make me drink it down
The way she deceived me
Makes me drink it down
More to that every day and night
Makes me drink it down
Many wounds have torn my heart
But never any courage to stitch it up
Who else to give me a company
All hopes are lost by now
Who will now hold these hands
That always lifts a glass of wine
All hopes are lost by now
Let alone those flowers of spring
Even the leaves won’t appear now
Pain fills me when I’m in my senses
I don’t even have courage to cry