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Yeh Jo Halka Halka

at a glance from the cup-bearer

i gulped the whole cup of wine in one

draught and thus got intoxicated.



o'divine mercy pardon my slip from

grace as my eagerness for wine

drinking pushed me in committing

this error.



i could i dare to drink without

permission! it was only a wink from

my sweetheart which prompted me to

do so.



o'holy man don't scoff at my apparent

irreligiosity, i am the one with

his knack of chit-chat coaxed the

divinity in granting me permission to

drink.



dark clouds are hovering near and

bring along the musicians'

captivating notes.



who has spread her hair in the rainy

season because the breeze is pregnant

with sweet fragrance?



larks dance in the open tunes

played by the clouds as they are

bringing along their own playing

instruments.



the eyes of my sweetheart are so

bewitchingly red that even the best wine of the tavern pales in

comparison.



being coquettish my sweetheart

sometimes comes very near to me and

at other time goes far away. but all the

time she is close to my heart.



since the day my eyes met her lovely

ones i am in perpetual state of slight

intoxication.



her residence in my heart is

camparable to a ray of light

penetrating the pitch of darkness.

this state of slight intoxication.



your love and your bewitching

eyes have induced me to become

a drunkard.



the whole universe is in a state

of drunkeness; the day, the night,

the dawn, the dusk, everything

is perpetually intoxicated.

even the wine cup and wine

bottle are drunk. And this is all a

result of your bashful eyes.



o'lovely cup-bearer although your

repository contains all sorts of wines,

but i am only fond of the wine that

drips from your drowsy eyes.



this state of slight intoxication.



i don't know how to say prayers nor

do i know the rites of ablution. i just

prostrate myself before you whenever

i see you, because your worship and

your love is my life.



right from creation i am the slave

of love, and i don't care for belief

or disbelief.



my sweetheart, since i have found

you and have become the worshipper

at the alter of your love i don't require

a mosque to prostrate myself and say

my prayers.



this slight state of intoxication.



even on the day of judgement when i

am resurrected the scars of your love

will be manifest on my body and your

picture clinging to my heart.



my extreme love of you has so

elevated me spiritually that who ever i

bow my heat it appears as if holy

kaaba is in front of me.



it does not behoove you to jeer and

mock your disappointed lover.



for god sake o'lovely one turn

away your alluring eyes otherwise i

will totally lose control of my heart.



i pray to god that like me you also fall

in love with someone and then

having been rebuffed in dejection you

also roam about and lament the loss of your heart.



to fall in love was a joke for me, but it

has turned into a serious affair and

now i am getting the punishment.



while i am bewaiting the loss of

my heart why are you laughing

and making merry? What have

you gained out of it?



raise your hands in prayer for me and

be thankful of my friendship because it

is i who has sharpened your charms

thus turning you lovely being into a

killer.



o'darling of my heart bestow a glance

of your lovely eyes at me, i am the

same halfdead anwar who as mentor

and guide taught you to display

captivating manners and charm

the people with your conversation

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