The Wine Remaining Ghazal-11
Convey my salutation To that fire eating Turk Who set aflame with one glance A cityful of longing.
The point of this will be seen by A sympathetic heart: I swore to drink no more, But did not break the jar of wine. .
O nightingale, I warned you many times Against the rose’s infidelity; But you persist in clinging to Its scentless skeleton.
The secret of life, if you want To know it, lies in restlessness. It would be shameful for a stream To go on resting in the sea.
O I am happy that to lovers You Have granted restless souls And that You have created no Cure for the malady of seeking.
“Do not seek union with Me, For I transcend all thought.” By saying this You gave my tears A new excuse for flowing.