Then once again the same bada and jam, O butler May my place come to hand, O butler! India's pubs have been closed for three hundred years Now it is appropriate for you to be generous There was a little bit left in Murree Minae Ghazal The Sheikh says that it is also haraam, O Saqi There was a lot of research on lion men The remaining slaves of Sufis and Mullahs, O Saqi Who blew the blade of love? Niam is empty in the hands of knowledge, O butler If the heart is bright, then the burning of speech is the very essence of life Be not enlightened, then the words of death, O Saqi Thou shalt not deprive the moon of the night of death The whole month is on the third scale, O butler! Allama Iqbal https://unsplash.com/photos/xG8IQMqMITM
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