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The Wine Remaining Ghazal-22

O I long for a sight Of that full moon. So I stand hand on heart, Eyes fixed on a house top.

“My day,” said Beauty, “knows No evening.” “I burn eternally,” Said Love.

I am a prisoner of no yesterday, Of no tomorrow, no today, I have No station, high or low.

I am the wine of mystery In search of one to drink me up. So in the Magi’s wine house I Rotate like a wine cup.

Do not pass unconcernedly By my distracted song, For I am a celestial bird Charged with a message from the Friend.

I draw the curtain and Behind it speak. O I am a blood shedding sword, But I keep myself sheathed.