The Wine Remaining Ghazal-41
Your seeing is all error, Your wisdom all defect. You never will get anywhere Except through revelation.
The path is blind. Dive into yourself, traveler. Fish never lose their way Deep in the sea.
A self respecting man Does not go with his needs to kings. A mountain cannot stoop To be a leaf of grass.
Do not pass by my song, For in it you will find The secret of ascetic living and The treasured wealth of royalty.
My breath will do to you What morning breezes do to buds, If you know how delectable Are morning sighs.
O heavens, your eyes have still A pitiless, foreboding look. I fear that you intend to stage One more grim show.