The Wine Remaining Ghazal-09
I never worshipped forms; I broke the idol house. I am a rushing flood, Which bursts all bounds.
About my being or non being Thought was in doubt. But Love made manifest The fact that I exist.
I worship in the idol house, And I pray in the Ka‘bah, Around my neck the sacred thread, And in my hand the rosary.
I dare not waste the wealth of grief You have bestowed on me. So I stem in my eyes the tears That well up from my heart.
Wise in my words, I am mad in my deeds. Drunk with the wine of love for you, I am still fully sober.