To drink forbidden, nor to pour,
Without it, the ecstatic's life is sore.
Etched above the tavern's door,
"To the shallow soul, the drink, no more."
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
They went to drink, with a longing heart,
But carried away, torn apart.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
Saqi, do not on the wine's honor, cast shade,
Saqi, do not on the wine's honor invade.
I drink my own tears, bitter and deep,
With sorrow's waters, my secrets to keep.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
What is a bough that holds no bird in its grace?
What is a flower, no eye to embrace?
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
Nazeer, his faith to idols he gave,
Nazeer, his faith to idols he gave.
Generous of heart, a lavish hand,
Now sits depleted, in a barren land.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
They went to drink, with a longing heart,
But carried away, torn apart.
In a single draught, they stumbled, they fell,
In a single draught, the unworthy, a hell.
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