Shaikh jee baith kar maikashon mein- NFAK

Original (Romanized Urdu)	Translation (English)
Har kali mast-e-khwab ho jaati Pati pati gulab ho jaati	Each bud would become a dreamy daze, each petal would become a rose
Tu ne daali na mefishan nazren Warna shabnam sharab ho jaati	You didn’t cast your enchanting glances, otherwise, the dewdrops would have turned to wine
Bhool ho jaati hai yun taish mein aya na karo	Mistakes happen, don’t get so angry like this
Faasle khatam karo baat barhaya na karo	Close the distance, don’t prolong the conversation
Yeh adaaein yeh ishaare yeh nigahein taubain adaaon ko sar-e-aam lutaya na karo	These gestures, these glances, are tempting, don’t display your charms so openly
Aap ke waastay gunah sahi Hum piyen to sawaab banti hai	For you, it may be a sin, but when I drink, it becomes an act of blessing
Sau ghamon ko nichornay ke baad Ek katra sharaab banti hai	After squeezing out a hundred sorrows, one drop of wine is made
Dekh kar aap ki jawani ko aarzoo-e-sharab hoti hai	Looking at your youth makes me crave wine
Roz tauba ko torta hun mein roz niyat kharaab hoti hai	Every day, I break my promise, and my intentions go astray
Jo bhi karna hai aab-o-taab se kar Mashwara mah-e-taab se kar	Whatever you do, do it with passion, and consult the moon
Inteha ki khabar nahin mualoom Ibtida saghar-e-sharaab se kar	The end is unknown, so start with a cup of wine
Saaqi sharab laa ke tabeeiyat udaas hai	Bring the wine, as the heart feels sad
Mujrib rubab utha ke tabeeiyat udaas hai	Pick up the instrument, as the mood feels down
Shaikh jee baith kar maikashon mein Tark-e-mai ka irada na karna	Oh Sheikh, sitting with drinkers, don’t resolve to quit drinking
Kufr hai aisi naimat ko paa kar Shukr ka aik sajda na karna	It’s blasphemy to enjoy this blessing and not offer a prayer of gratitude
Kaali kaali ghata cha gayi hai Chal rahi hai hawa thandi thandi	Dark clouds have gathered, a cool breeze is blowing
Rut nasheeli hai do ghoont pee lo Duniya walon ki parwa na karna	The season is intoxicating, have a few sips, don’t care about the world
Zid na keejay janab pee leje Fasl-e-gul hai sharab pee leje	Don’t be stubborn, drink up, it’s the season of flowers, drink up
Aagay chal kar hisaab hona hai Iss liye be-hisaab pee leje	There’ll be an accounting later, so drink without measure now
Aye zahid a tu sharab pee le Na kar tu kuch ichtinab pee le	Oh ascetic, have some wine, don’t hold back, just drink
Mein teri maanoon namaz parh loon Tu meri maan ab sharaab pee le	If I follow your lead and pray, then follow mine and have a sip
Zara do ghoont pee lo, Rut nasheeli hai...	Take a couple of sips; the season is intoxicating...
Iss rang badalti duniya mein Halaat ki niyat theek nahin	In this ever-changing world, the times are unreliable
Tauba ka iraada badla hai Barsaat ki niyat theek nahin	The intention to repent has wavered, the rain’s timing isn’t right
Zahid mujhe jannat ka talabgar na kar Jo bas mein tere nahin woh iqraar na kar	Oh ascetic, don't urge me to seek heaven, don’t make promises you can’t fulfill
Woh rindi-o-masti nahin tera masliq Saaqi ke tabarruk se to inkaar na kar	That life of ecstasy isn’t your path, don’t deny the blessing of the wine bearer
Yeh cham cham kar ke sawan aya Mei ke dar se bhaagi tauba ab tum bhi	This sparkling monsoon has arrived, even repentance has fled the wine’s threshold
Chup ke saaqi ke daman mein chakh lo Ho ga eimaan taza tumhara	Secretly taste from the wine-bearer’s cup, your faith will feel renewed
Aaj fursat mili hai gunah ki Paarsaai ka dawa na karna	Today, there’s time for indulgence, don’t claim piety
Kiss tarhe ho gi bakhshish tumhari Josh aye ga kaisay khuda ko	How will you earn forgiveness? How will the Lord feel moved?
Uss ki rehmat pe kar kay bharosa Kufr hai iss gunah ka na karna	Trust His mercy; it's heresy not to commit this sin
Kya ghazab kar rahe ho khudara Mai se labrez saghar na toro	What madness is this, for heaven’s sake? Don’t shatter the cup filled with wine
Toot kar baddua jaam dein ge noshi se tauba na karna	Only curses await if you swear off the wine
Keh rahe ho bura mai ko bismil Kyon gunah mol lete ho sar par	You call wine a sin, O martyr, why take on this guilt?
Khud pilayen gi jannat mein hoorein Mai ko duniya mein ruswa na karna	In heaven, houris will serve wine themselves, don’t dishonor it here on earth
Shaikh jee baith kar maikashon mein Tarke mai ka irada na karna	Oh Sheikh, as you sit among the drinkers, don’t make vows to renounce wine