Ham Apni Sham Ko Jab
dekh kar aap kii javaanii ko aarzuu-e-sharaab hotii hai
roz taubaa ko toRtaa huuN maiN, roz niyyat Kharaab hotii hai
Seeing your youth, I pine for wine.
Everyday I repent [and] everyday my desires tempt [me].
saaqii ke gesuon kii havaa khaa rahaa huuN maiN
aur is havaa ke saath uRaa jaa rahaa huuN maiN
I am enjoying the breeze of the tresses of the cup-bearer
and I am swaying in this breeze.
ai vahshat-e-Khyaal, natiijaa tere supurd
saaGhar ko qaynaat se takRaa rahaa huuN maiN
O dreariness of thoughts, I leave the result in your hands
I am pitting the cup (of wine) against the world
jaataa huuN bazm-e-hashr meN is be-dilii ke saath
jaise kisii raqiib ke ghar jaa rahaa huuN maiN
With such spiritlessness, I go to the day of judgment
that as if I am going to one of my rivals.
dair-o-haram kii gard bahut duur rah gayii
shayad ke mai-kade ke qariib aa rahaa huuN maiN
The dust of the temple and [that of] the mosque is left far behind,
[it] seems that I am very near to the tavern.
mujh saa bhi saadaa-lau koi hoga ai “Adam”?
qasdan Kharaab hone ko phir jaa rahaa huuN maiN
Would there be another simpleton like Adam?
I am going once again to be ruined.
aap ke vaaste gunaah sahii, ham piyeN to sharaab bantii hai
sau GhamoN ko nichoRne ke baad, ek qatraa sharaab bantii hai
For you it might be a sin, for us it is just wine
after squeezing hundred of sorrows, one drop of wine is made.
ham apni shaam ko jab nazr-e-jaam karte haiN
adab se hamko sitaare salaam karte haiN
When we gift our evening to a cup of wine
the stars salute me with reverence.
gale lagaate haiN dushman ko bhi suruur meN ham
bahut bure haiN magar nek kaam karte haiN
We embrace our enemies while intoxicated
no matter how bad we are, we still do [this] good deed.
sajaayeN kyuuN na ise ye saraai hai dil kii
yahaaN hasiin musaafir qayaam karte haiN
Why should we not decorate the inn of heart
here rests the beautiful travelers.
hayaat bech deN thoRe se pyaar ke badle
ye kaarobaar bhii tere Ghulaam karte haiN
I can trade my life for a little love
this business is also done by your slaves.
hameN tuu ek nazar se navaaz de saaqii
ham apne hosh-o-Khirad tere naam karte haiN
Comfort me with a glance, O cup-bearer!
We leave our thoughts and understanding to you.
“Qateel” kitne suKhan-saaz haiN ye sannaate
sukuut-e-shab meN jo hamse kalaam karte haiN
“Qateel” such connoisseur of poetry is this silence
it talks to me in the loneliness of night.