hum se khul jao ba-waqt-e-mai-parasti ek din
warna hum chhedenge rakh kar uzr-e-masti ek din
whilst drinking wine, some day , you should, open up to me
else in the guise of drunkenness, a nuisance will i be
gharra-e-auj-e-bina-e-alam-e-imkan na ho
is bulandi ke nasibon mein hai pasti ek din
proud of the lofty basis of this fleeting life don’t be
for to be humbled here some day, is in its destiny
qarz ki pite the mai lekin samajhte the ki han
rang lawegi hamari faqa-masti ek din
on credit wine i drank but then, i thought yes i did know
my drunken poverty one day, its colours surely show
naghma-ha-e-gham ko bhi ai dil ghanimat jaaniye
be-sada ho jaega ye saz-e-hasti ek din
a god-send you should deem it be, though it be sorrow's song
the music of life's instrument, silent will fall, ere long
dhaul-dhappa us sarapa-naz ka shewa nahin
hum hi kar baithe the 'ghaalib' pesh-dasti ek din
was not her wont to join the fray, she was coy head to toe
i was the one who did one day, the first move make although