Dil Har Zarra Mein Ghogha’ay Rasta Khaiz Hai Saqi
Contrary runs our planet, the stars whirl fast, oh Saki!
In every atom’s heartbeat a Doomsday blast, oh Saki!
Ye Kis Kafir Ada Ka Ghamza’ay Khoonraiz Hai Saqi
Torn from God’s congregation its dower of faith and reason,
And godlessness in fatal allurement dressed, oh Saki!
Ilaj Iss Ka Wohi Aab-e-Nishaat Anghaiz Hai Saqi
For our inveterate sickness, our wavering heart, the cure—
That same joy‐dropping nectar as in the past, oh Saki.
Ke Paidai Teri Ab Tak Hijab Amaiz Hai Saqi
Within Islam’s cold temple no fire of longing stirs,
For still your face is hidden, veiled and unguessed, oh Saki.
Wohi Aab-o-Gill-e-Iran, Wohi Tabraiz Hai Saqi
Unchanged is Persia’s garden: soil, stream, Tabriz, unchanged;
And yet with no new Rumi is her land graced, oh Saki.
Zara Nam Ho To Ye Mitti Bohat Zarkhaiz Hai Saqi
But of his barren acres Iqbal will not despair:
A little rain, and harvests shall wave at last, oh Saki!
Baha Meri Nawa Ki Doulat-e-Pervaiz Hai Saqi
On me, a beggar, secrets of empire are bestowed;
My songs are worth the treasures Parvez amassed, oh Saki.