When I look at the waitress at
The bar who brings drinks to me
I lose my heart to her moon-like face
I want to take my lips away form the
Rim of the goblet and want to plant
Kisses on her luring lascivious lips
(So beautiful is she, if I don't get her tonight
I will pray to Allah 5 times, nay 10 times a day
Facing Kaba and asking in my dua that she be
My 4th begum in my harem of three other wives)
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aatā hai jī meñ sāqi-e-mah-vash pe baar baar
lab chuum luuñ tirā lab-e-paimāna chhoḌ kar
-JALEEL MANIKPURI
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