e ra
wo aa ke khwaab me taskin-e-iztaraab to de
wale mujhe tapish-e-dil majaal-e-khwaab to de

kare hai qatl lagaawat me teraa ro denaa
teri tarah ko_i teg-e-nigah ko aab to de

pilaa de oak se saaqi gar hamase nafarat hai
piyaalaa gar nahi detaa na de sharaab to de

'asad' khushi se mere haath-paanv phul gaye
kahaa jo usane zaraa mere paanv daab to de

Come, enter my dreams, grant solace to this unrest,
Even if my heart's fire won't allow me rest.

Your tears, a killing beauty, in pretense they fall,
Let someone else, like you, lend water to this eye's thrall.

If hatred blooms, O Saqi, then from your hand,
Let the cup be filled, if not, then give command.

My hands and feet, Asad, with joy did seize,
When she said, "Just a little, press my knees."