Dance baby dance
Dance in the cloud of drinks
Dance and gyrate
Dance without losing the steps.
Na haram mein, naa sukoon milta hai butkhaane mein
Chain milta hai to Saaqi tere maikhaane mein
No respite is there in the pure sanctuary nor in the holy shrine
If there is any solace anywhere, O Saqi, it is the house of wine
ना हरम में, ना सुकूँ मिलता है बुतखाने में
चैन मिलता है तो, साक़ी तेरे मैखाने में
झूम बराबर झूम शराबी झूम बराबर झूम
The respite here is not a
Garden or a place of holy shrine.
To live with peace of mind
I have found solace here
That cools the mind entwined
And intoxicates it
And that is the BAR and the wine indeed!
The rain clouds above…..aa…aa…
The earth below aa…aa…aa..
When the drink goes down aa..aa..aa…
The intoxication goes up.
The rain clouds above
The intoxication inside
When the eyes doze off
The worries will fly off.
Hold the crystal glass of wine
Forget the world for a while
Till the intoxication settles down
Dance without touching the ground.
Today love the girl who intoxicates you
Throw away the good senses in you
This king’s daughter has intoxicated you
By making this drink go inside slowly
She changed your way of life in you.
Look at her sparkling face
At least once
Come to this bar and sit
In your running seat with grace
As the eyes get mingled with one another
The enjoyment in love will sweeten you further.
The oozing out grape juice
Is a river of honey
Drench in this and get
The happiness to an hundred folds.
In every drop of drink
There hangs the lovely pink red hue
On the ridges of this goblet
It is the sign of her lips and slips.
One drop that goes inside
Is as strong as nine glasses of wine
That will pull you into the vortex
Of new desires.
As the glass gets filled
Why there is fear in your hands?
When the subject here is drinking
All the boundaries are nothing but lines in water.
By drinking, the body gets energized
Even the old gets back his youth streamlined
Oh drinker, you get pleasure in drinking
In every drop there is life hidden in it
This gives pleasure to live in drinks
When the good words turn into idiotic rhymes
Look at the man, who is fully drenched in drinks
It is very nice to drink in the season of Spring
For it gives you pleasure to fly with wings.
Lift the goblet; bring it to your lips
Lift the goblet and bring it to your lips
Zip the drink and then gulp it full.
Those who come here and drink creates a flutter
When they see a saint, they become silent shutter
Come and dance with the name of the saint
See that he gets excited and you get exalted.
Drinking like this bring joy
To every nerve and makes it light
And over a time your face will glitter like a light
But no one believes in every drop there is poison,
But it is a wicked potion with a wild notion.
Drink in majesty, drink in grace,
Drink in majesty and drink in grace created
Live in grace and dance inebriated.
By Sundareswaran Date: 1st April 2016
Joom baraabar joom sharaabi
Singer: AZIZ NAZAN QAWWAL Lyricist: NAZA Sholapuri Film: 5 Rifles by I S Johar (1974)
Something which takes one to the time of OMAR KHAYAAM. A hedonistic existence of booze, drugs and parties. A pure conversation with the fermented grape juice.
To get the correct meaning for the Urdu dialect, I had to run through the lexicon several times,
While translating to Tamil some changes in words and lines are made. I have translated only the first part of the lyric in Tamil.