Jeff Buckley Yeh Jo Halka Halka Lyrics

Yeh Jo Halka Halka Lyrics

at a glance from the cup-bearer
i gulped the whole cup of wine in
one
draught and thus got intoxicated.

o'divine mercy pardon my slip
from
grace as my eagerness for wine
drinking pushed me in
committing
this error.

i could i dare to drink without
permission!
it was only a wink from
my sweetheart which prompted me to
do
so.

o'holy man don't scoff at my apparent
irreligiosity, i am the one
with
his knack of chit-chat coaxed the
divinity in granting me permission
to
drink.

dark clouds are hovering near and
bring along the
musicians'
captivating notes.

who has spread her hair in the
rainy
season because the breeze is pregnant
with sweet
fragrance?

larks dance in the open tunes
played by the clouds as they
are
bringing along their own playing
instruments.

the eyes of my
sweetheart are so
bewitchingly red that even the best wine of the tavern
pales in
comparison.

being coquettish my sweetheart
sometimes
comes very near to me and
at other time goes far away. but all the
time
she is close to my heart.

since the day my eyes met her lovely
ones i
am in perpetual state of slight
intoxication.

her residence in my
heart is
camparable to a ray of light
penetrating the pitch of
darkness.
this state of slight intoxication.

your love and your
bewitching
eyes have induced me to become
a drunkard.

the whole
universe is in a state
of drunkeness; the day, the night,
the dawn, the
dusk, everything
is perpetually intoxicated.
even the wine cup and
wine
bottle are drunk. And this is all a
result of your bashful
eyes.

o'lovely cup-bearer although your
repository contains all sorts
of wines,
but i am only fond of the wine that
drips from your drowsy
eyes.

this state of slight intoxication.

i don't know how to say
prayers nor
do i know the rites of ablution. i just
prostrate myself
before you whenever
i see you, because your worship and
your love is my
life.

right from creation i am the slave
of love, and i don't care
for belief
or disbelief.

my sweetheart, since i have found
you and
have become the worshipper
at the alter of your love i don't require
a
mosque to prostrate myself and say
my prayers.

this slight state of
intoxication.

even on the day of judgement when i
am resurrected the
scars of your love
will be manifest on my body and your
picture clinging
to my heart.

my extreme love of you has so
elevated me spiritually
that who ever i
bow my heat it appears as if holy
kaaba is in front of
me.

it does not behoove you to jeer and
mock your disappointed
lover.

for god sake o'lovely one turn
away your alluring eyes
otherwise i
will totally lose control of my heart.

i pray to god that
like me you also fall
in love with someone and then
having been rebuffed
in dejection you
also roam about and lament the loss of your
heart.

to fall in love was a joke for me, but it
has turned into a
serious affair and
now i am getting the punishment.

while i am
bewaiting the loss of
my heart why are you laughing
and making merry?
What have
you gained out of it?

raise your hands in prayer for me
and
be thankful of my friendship because it
is i who has sharpened your
charms
thus turning you lovely being into a
killer.

o'darling of
my heart bestow a glance
of your lovely eyes at me, i am the
same
halfdead anwar who as mentor
and guide taught you to display
captivating
manners and charm
the people with your conversation.