naqab az ru-e-u wa bud shab jae ki man budam
naqāb az rū-e-ū vā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
ze-husnash shor-o-ġhauġhā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
That night when I was there, the veil had been lifted from your face;
That night, your beauty had set the whole gathering astir.
hama mastī-o-madhoshī harīfāñ rā ki buud āḳhir
ze-chashm-e-sāqī-e-mā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
That night, the intoxication upon our rivals
Came only from the eyes of our cupbearer.
ze-pesh-e-sham-e-ruḳhsār-e-nigār-e-mā chū parvāna
ze-har-sū raqs-e-dil-hā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
That night, before the candle of our Beloved’s cheeks,
Hearts danced like moths in the flame.
ḳhum-o-ḳhum-ḳhāna-o-ham-bāda-o-ham-jām-o-ham-mutrib
hamāñ aañ dilbar-e-mā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
Last night, the candle, the tavern, the wine, the cup,
And every singer—were all our Beloved.
ze-jām-e-la.al-e-ū chuuñ 'auhadī' pīr-e-muġhāñ saaqī
hama madhosh-o-shaidā buud shab jaa.e ki man būdam
Last night, from that red wine, as in Auhadi’s tale,
From the cupbearer to the Magian elder, all were drunk.
naqab az ru-e-u wa bud shab jae ki man budam
ze-husnash shor-o-ghaugha bud shab jae ki man budam
That night when I was there, the veil had been lifted from your face;
That night, your beauty had set the whole gathering astir.
hama masti-o-madhoshi harifan ra ki bud aaKHir
ze-chashm-e-saqi-e-ma bud shab jae ki man budam
That night, the intoxication upon our rivals
Came only from the eyes of our cupbearer.
ze-pesh-e-sham-e-ruKHsar-e-nigar-e-ma chu parwana
ze-har-su raqs-e-dil-ha bud shab jae ki man budam
That night, before the candle of our Beloved’s cheeks,
Hearts danced like moths in the flame.
KHum-o-KHum-KHana-o-ham-baada-o-ham-jam-o-ham-mutrib
haman aan dilbar-e-ma bud shab jae ki man budam
Last night, the candle, the tavern, the wine, the cup,
And every singer—were all our Beloved.
ze-jam-e-lal-e-u chun 'auhadi' pir-e-mughan saqi
hama madhosh-o-shaida bud shab jae ki man budam
Last night, from that red wine, as in Auhadi’s tale,
From the cupbearer to the Magian elder, all were drunk.
- Book : Naghmat-e-Sima (Pg. 254)
- Publication : Noorulhasan Maudoodi Sabri (1935)
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