Maikashi

'ghaalib' chhuti sharab par ab bhi kabhi kabhi pita hun roz-e-abr o shab-e-mahtab mein the couplet captures a relapse of desire: a “quit” habit is not fully gone, it merely sleeps. cloudy day and moonlit night become metaphors for two moods—gloom and romantic softness—both of which awaken the old taste for wine. beneath the wit is confession: solitude and atmosphere make the heart vulnerable.

kuchh bhi bacha na kahne ko har baat ho gai aao kahin sharab piyen raat ho gai

be piye hi sharab se nafrat ye jahaalat nahin to phir kya hai without drinking, to abhor wine so what is this if not igorant stupidity

shab ko mai khub si pi subh ko tauba kar li rind ke rind rahe hath se jannat na gai

shab jo hum se hua muaf karo nahin pi thi bahak gae honge

ai 'zauq' dekh dukhtar-e-raz ko na munh laga chhutti nahin hai munh se ye kafar lagi hui the poet personifies wine as 'dukhtar-e-raz' (daughter of the grape) and warns against tasting it. by calling it 'kafir' (infidel or cruel one), he suggests that wine is an enchanting but dangerous mistress. the core theme is the difficulty of breaking an addiction; once one indulges, the habit refuses to leave.

itni pi jae ki mit jae main aur tu ki tamiz yani ye hosh ki diwar gira di jae the formality of you and i should in wine be drowned meaning that these barriers of sobriety be downed

har shab shab-e-baraat hai har roz roz-e-id sota hun hath gardan-e-mina mein dal ke each night is a night of love, each day a day divine i sleep with my arms entwined around a flask of wine

pahle sharab zist thi ab zist hai sharab koi pila raha hai piye ja raha hun main

tark-e-mai hi samajh ise naseh itni pi hai ki pi nahin jati

wo mile bhi to ek jhijhak si rahi kash thodi si hum piye hote

khushk baaton mein kahan hai shaikh kaif-e-zindagi wo to pi kar hi milega jo maza pine mein hai o priest where is the pleasure in this world when dry and sere tis only when one drinks will then the joy truly appear

sab ko mara 'jigar' ke sheron ne aur 'jigar' ko sharab ne mara

azan ho rahi hai pila jald saqi ibaadat karen aaj makhmur ho kar tis the call to prayer, hasten, pour me wine today inebriated, i'll worship the divine

be-piye shaikh farishta tha magar pi ke insan hua jata hai

zaban-e-hosh se ye kufr sarzad ho nahin sakta main kaise bin piye le lun khuda ka nam ai saqi

rind-e-kharab-nosh ki be-adabi to dekhiye niyyat-e-mai-kashi na ki hath mein jam le liya

jam le kar mujh se wo kahta hai apne munh ko pher ru-ba-ru yun tere mai pine se sharmate hain hum

itni pi hai ki baad-e-tauba bhi be-piye be-khudi si rahti hai

pila mai aashkara hum ko kis ki saqiya chori khuda se jab nahin chori to phir bande se kya chori the poet challenges social hypocrisy by arguing that since god is omniscient and sees all actions, hiding one's 'sins' (like drinking wine) from society is futile. it emphasizes living authentically and boldly, reasoning that if the ultimate judge knows the truth, the opinions of people do not matter.

utha surahi ye shisha wo jam le saqi phir is ke baad khuda ka bhi nam le saqi

mai-kashi ke bhi kuchh aadab baratna sikho hath mein apne agar jam liya hai tum ne

mujhe tauba ka pura ajr milta hai usi saat koi zohra-jabin pine pe jab majbur karta hai

zahid sharab-e-nab ho ya baada-e-tuhur pine hi par jab aae haram o halal kya

tum sharab pi kar bhi hosh-mand rahte ho jaane kyun mujhe aisi mai-kashi nahin aai

ai shaikh marte marte bache hain piye baghair aasi hon ab jo tauba karen mai-kashi se hum

gharq kar de tujh ko zahid teri duniya ko kharab kam se kam itni to har mai-kash ke paimane mein hai

mai-kashi gardish-e-ayyam se aage na badhi meri madhoshi mere jam se aage na badhi

mai-kashi se najat mushkil hai mai ka duba kabhi ubhar na saka

pi ke jite hain ji ke pite hain hum ko raghbat hai aise jine se