saaqiya aabaad roozin taa abad .... 

O saqi, may your wine never cease to flow,

And may your glass forever have

The radiance of the sun !

 

It's when thorns clutch your robe

In the darkness of the night,

That you'll know how close you are

To the flowers in the field.

 

Your mosque and your temple

Are manifest round your eyes - 

Your eyebrows solemn pulpits,

Your face a divine image.

 

When a leaf with the swaying breeze

Floated down at dusk,

The moth saw it as the candle's message

To immolate himself in fire.

 

With we two hand in hand,

Let rocks move and mountains shake,

Mine will be love's loud, clear call,

Yours the symphonies.

 

Love's lightning hit the cypress

On which I had built a nest.

My habitat was burnt away;

May yours ever stand !

 

In battle death comes once;

In love it's every moment.

But lovers do not mind

How dear your friendship proves !

 

Your table makes no distinction

Between friends and strangers,

Between kafirs and men of faith.

It's open to all lovers !

 

Mahjoor, O knowing souls, has come

With a new song for you !

It has some subtle point

For you to ponder over.