jaanaana tse kiti jaan jaan saamaana banaavim .... 

Beloved ! I've made for you many a lovely thing - 

Wine cups fashioned out of jessamine petals,

 

Enchanting tales woven from your short breath or two

(which is all your speech to hint a yes or no),

 

Pearls strapped from rain drops coming down

When my ardour soared up the sky as a cloud,

 

Fields of flowers smiling where it was desolate land - 

Made desolate, in fact, by these very hands of mine !

 

I came to taste life's nectar but, enslaved by illusion,

Wove my own thoughts as chains to fetter me.

 

I learnt about the saqi's new wine of motherland,

For which I fashioned new bowls with an ardent passion !

 

Those times are gone when you could beg, beseech and get !

I donned the robe of pride, with no hem for supplication.

 

Justice till now was to be had as freely as the air.

I set up shops in every street to have it freely sold !

 

Many a covetous man was enticed with liberal sweets,

And many a simple soul with visions of the hereafter !

 

I adore the company of friends - all my brothers ! 

That's why, despite my faith, I've built a temple at home.

 

Mahjoor, I've set up shops for your wine in every place,

For it restores to sobriety those who've got drunk !

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