Purane aashiq

Hair disheveled, damp with perspiration, smiling lips and intoxicated! Torn garment, singing ghazals, and a jug held in hand Hair disheveled, damp with perspiration, smiling lips and intoxicated! Torn garment, singing ghazals, and a jug held in hand Intoxication filled my eyes, sorrow was evident on my lips At midnight last night, that kind soul came and sat by my pillow Coming near my ears, he spoke in a voice full of pain: "O my ancient lover! Has sleep seized you in its embrace?" O my ancient lover! Are you sleeping? O my ancient lover! Are you sleeping? Hair disheveled, damp with perspiration, smiling lips and intoxicated! Torn garment, singing ghazals, and a jug held in hand The wine that is given to lovers on such nights— He would be a heretic to love, who would not be devoted to wine, my lord! Go, O ascetic! Do not mock us wine drinkers so Since time immemorial, no other gift has been found here At midnight he called out, with a heavy voice, weeping Eyes red and wet, exhausted and weary, complaining A bottle in his hand, feet stumbling, he swayed in his drunkenness He came and sat beside me, silent, and without asking, he spoke! Leaning close to my ears he said: "Are you sleeping or awake? Tell me, friend!" "Time is short, the night has just begun, and this cup is ready!" He placed the glass in my hand and said: "Drink it! — Think of nothing more, my friend!" Whatever he poured into our cup, we simply drank Be it the wine of paradise, or the intoxicating wine of the world! O my ancient lover! Are you sleeping? Hair disheveled, damp with perspiration, smiling lips and intoxicated! Torn garment, singing ghazals, and a jug held in hand The laughter of the wine cup, and the beloved's these tangled locks So many repentances broken, like the broken repentance of Hafiz... Like the broken repentance of Hafiz... Hair disheveled, damp with perspiration, smiling lips and intoxicated! Torn garment, singing ghazals, and a jug held in hand