dastur ibaadat kaa duniyaa se niraalaa ho
ik hath me mala ho ik hath me pyala ho
pujege saliqe se andaz magar apana
ho yaad-e-khuda dil me saqi ne sambhala ho

masti bhi taqaddus bhi ek saath chale dono
ik simt ho mainkhana ik simt shivala ho
masjid ki taraf se tu jana na kabhi saaqi
zaahid bhi kahi tera na chahanevala ho

voh dub kar mar jaaye madira ki surahi me
maashuq ne gar dil ki mahafil se nikala ho
voh dub kar mar jaaye madira ki surahi me
maashuq ne gar dil ki mahafil se nikala ho

A ritual unique, distinct from worldly ways,
A rosary in one hand, a chalice raised.
We'll worship with grace, in our own special guise,
God's memory in the heart, the Saki's prize.

Intoxication and reverence, hand in hand they tread,
One direction, the tavern; the temple, one instead.
Never turn towards the mosque, oh Saki, beware,
The pious might not desire your presence there.

Let them drown, consumed by wine's embrace,
If the Beloved has banished them from the heart's space.
Let them drown, consumed by wine's embrace,
If the Beloved has banished them from the heart's space.