Words of poetry and the life of my life, just by calling do not come
When is the heart ever glad, on the day that they do not come?
A lifetime have i spent under the gaze of those intoxicating eyes
These scars that adorn my breast, for the asking do not come
All the soul and colour of the party, is due to you, O Saqi
Believe me, otherwise, these friends and foes do not come
You meet all with open arms, o your silliness, Sifar!
It is clear that to you, the ways of the world do not come
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