The Wine Remaining Ghazal-40
O may Arabia become a tulip field, Thanks to my tears of blood. May Ajam, which has lost its fragrance, find A new spring in my breath.
Life is all restlessness, And restlessness eternal. May every atom of my dust Become a restless heart.
It does not stick to any path; It knows no halting place. Such is my heart, my traveler. May God be with it always.
Beware of reason, which creates Mere images of hopelessness. It charms us with false instruments. May their strings snap.
You are a youth as yet half‐baked, And my verse is all heat. O may the ghazals I sing prove Agreeable to you.
In my heart, if you enter it, You will find no desire but that The dew that is you may become A boundless sea.
May it not be your spirit’s fate That it should find a moment’s rest. O may the restlessness of life Be evidenced to you.