The Wine Remaining Ghazal-05

This is my way of finding in this company A confidant: I sing ghazals and through them I Convey the message of my Friend.

In that peculiar privacy Where speech acts as a veil I let my heart Speak in the language of the eyes.

In order to cleanse it And make it fit to see Your face, I wash my sight With tears.

Though my affairs are tied up in a knot, Just like a bud, I grow With a bud’s eagerness To witness the sun’s glory.

My being is a wave, Which fears no flood. Do not think that I seek a shore While swimming in the sea of life.

He is to me What sight is to the eye. Even at the farthest remove I always am with Him.

He painted on my eye’s screen The picture of a world. It is as if I were Under a magic maker’s spell.

Its dome with its doors shut Cannot contain me. I am a thorn In the side of this ancient sky.

The joy of being on the wing Will not let me rest in my nest. One moment on a tree branch, The next I am on the stream’s brink.