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h magician, are your eyes a tavern charming wisdom away
Or goblets whose measure's exhilaration?

So perfect is your prominence O Pir, the realm of drunkenness dies for you
All wine lowers so maddened with love, to you do ransom their tavern.

Cupbearer with bewitching eyes your spirits fulfill me
My eyes are dry goblets, before me the tavern lies.

Clouds of mercy are spreading, raining love's wine
On my head is Saqi's shadow, beneath my feet the taverns lie.

In the world of love, Oh Khadim, lovers are exalted
In Khawaja, comeliest of candles, they are moths in his conflagration.

Naghma-e-Dard 103