chun za-jam-e-wasl mastam roz-o-shab
chuuñ za-jām-e-vasl mastam roz-o-shab
'ārifam zandoh-o-āzād az tarab
Since I have drunk from the goblet of union,
Sorrow has become a melody, and love my liberation.
garche ḳhūbānand dar 'ālam vale
bas 'ajab bīnam turā az har 'ajab
Beauty abounds across the world,
Yet you remain the wonder of wonders.
gah za-ḳhud faanī shavam baaqī ba-zāt
gah za-furqat jaañ ba-yāyad tā ba-lab
When I lose myself, I find the essence of life;
When I yearn, my soul trembles at the lips of death.
tālib-e-hūrān-e-jannat nīstam
shādī-e-vasl-e-turā dāram talab
Paradise does not tempt me, nor its celestial maidens;
My paradise lies in you alone.
vāsil-e-husn-e-ruḳh-e-tū dar jahāñ
niist ḳhālī har zamāñ az tāb-o-tab
Your beauty’s glow adorns the world forever;
Its light is never dimmed.
har zamāñ az ātish-o-saudā-e-tū
az darūn-e-sīna mī-āyad lahb
Your madness burns in my chest like sacred fire.
chuuñ za-jām-e-shauq mastam 'auhadī'
mast-o-mai-ḳhvār āmada mā rā laqab
O Auhadi, drunk on the nectar of devotion,
They call me drunk, yet I am only drunk with you.
chun za-jam-e-wasl mastam roz-o-shab
'arifam zandoh-o-azad az tarab
Since I have drunk from the goblet of union,
Sorrow has become a melody, and love my liberation.
garche KHubanand dar 'alam wale
bas 'ajab binam tura az har 'ajab
Beauty abounds across the world,
Yet you remain the wonder of wonders.
gah za-KHud fani shawam baqi ba-zat
gah za-furqat jaan ba-yayad ta ba-lab
When I lose myself, I find the essence of life;
When I yearn, my soul trembles at the lips of death.
talib-e-huran-e-jannat nistam
shadi-e-wasl-e-tura daram talab
Paradise does not tempt me, nor its celestial maidens;
My paradise lies in you alone.
wasil-e-husn-e-ruKH-e-tu dar jahan
nist KHali har zaman az tab-o-tab
Your beauty’s glow adorns the world forever;
Its light is never dimmed.
har zaman az aatish-o-sauda-e-tu
az darun-e-sina mi-ayad lahb
Your madness burns in my chest like sacred fire.
chun za-jam-e-shauq mastam 'auhadi'
mast-o-mai-KHwar aamada ma ra laqab
O Auhadi, drunk on the nectar of devotion,
They call me drunk, yet I am only drunk with you.
- Book : NaGmaat-e-Simaa (Pg. 47)
- Publication : Nurulhasan Maudoodi Sabri (1935)
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