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My Saki made me drink the wine of There is no god but He:
From the illusive world of sense, this cup divine has set me free. |
Now I find no charm or grace in song and ale, or harp and lute:
To me appeal the tulips wild, the riverside and mountains mute. |
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My flagon small is blessing great, for the age athirst and dry:
In the cells where mystics swell big empty gourds are lying by. |
In love a novice I am yet, much good for you to keep apart,
For my glance is restive more than my wild and untam’d heart. |
The dark unfathomed caves of sea, hold gems of purest ray serene:
The gems retain in midst of brine their essence bright and clean. |
Through the poet’s quickening gaze the rose and tulip lovelier seem:
No doubt, the minstrel’s piercing glance is nothing less than magic gleam. |
Translated by: Syed Akbar Ali Shah |
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