Lammā saqānī sāqī al-qawm

لَمَّا سَقَانِي سَاقِي الْقَوْم
مِنْ خَمْرِ طَابَتْ أَنْفَاسِي
وَسَاقِينَا حَامِي جَيلَان
وَمَا عَلَيْنَا مِنْ بَاسِ
يَا بَازُ يَا عَبْدَ الْقَادِر
يَا أَيُّهَا الْبَحْرُ الزَّاخِر
أَدْرِكْ أَغِثْنَا يَا سُلْطَان
مِنْ شِدَّةِ الْوَقْتِ الْعَاثِر
الْكَأْسُ نُورٌ يُلَالِي
مِنْ يَدِ شَيْخِ الرِّجَالِ
وَشَيْخُنَا عَيْنُ الْأَعْيَان
وَمُوصِلٌ لِلْمَعَالِي
فِي مَدْحِهِ صَاحِ غَنِّي
وَمَنْ يَلُمْ فَلْيَلُمْنِي
وَلَوْ بِعَذْلِي أَطَالُوا
فَمَدْحُهُ أَضْحَى فَنِّي

Lammā saqānī sāqī al-qawm
Min khamri ṭābat ʾanfāsī
Wa-sāqīnā ḥāmī Jaylān
Wa-mā ʿalaynā min bāsi
Yā Bāzu yā ʿabda al-Qādir
Yā ʾayyuhā al-baḥru az-zākhir
ʾAdrik ʾaghithnā yā Sulṭān
Min shiddati al-waqti al-ʿāthir
Al-kaʾsu nūrun yulālī
Min yadi shaykhi ar-rijāli
Wa-shaykhunā ʿaynu al-ʾaʿyān
Wa-mūṣilun lil-maʿālī
Fī madḥihi ṣāḥi ghannī
Wa-man yalum fal-yalumnī
Wa-law bi-ʿadhli ʾaṭālū
Fa-madḥuhu ʾaḍḥā fannī

When the cupbearer of the people gave me to drink,
From his wine, my breaths became sweet.
And our cupbearer is the protector of Gilani,
So we have no need to worry.
O falcon, O Abdul Qadir,
O vast sea
Come to our aid, O Sultan,
From the hardship of these difficult times.
The cup is a shining light,
From the hand of the Sheikh of men.
And our Sheikh is the pinnacle of leaders,
And the one who leads to greatness.
In his praise, the singer cried out,
And whoever blames me, let them blame.
Even if they prolong their reproach,
For his praise has become my art.