The Wine Remaining Ghazal-18
A wave can well be severed from The bosom of the sea, And you can well enclose the boundless sea Within the channel of your private stream.
A cityful of hearts can well be made to bleed With a poignant song. A gardenful of flowers can well be pierced By a whiff of the morning breeze.
The mighty Gabriel can well be turned Into a hand trained sparrow. His wings can well be tied up with A single near singed hair.
O Alexander, kingship is More frail than Jamshid’s cup. A whole worldful of mirrors can be smashed With but a single stone.
If you are stable in yourself, What harm can a destructive flood do you? For you can settle at its bottom as A pearl does at the bottom of the sea.
Ascetic that I am, too. proud To ask, my creed is this: That I had rather see my body break to bits Than seek a medicine to keep it whole.