The Wine Remaining Ghazal-42
There is no breaker of wine jars Not merrily drunk with Your wine. There is no sweet tongued poet who Has not sucked rapture at Your ruby tinted lips.
In Arab dress you are Most pleasing to the eyes, But there is no dress which Does not suit you.
Your lips are silent, but Your eyes are not. O there is not a thing that they Do not say to my bleeding heart.
I hold poetic gatherings Only to sing of You, for otherwise There is no gathering that I cannot Conjure up in my solitude.
O Muslim, learn again How to work miracles like Solomon. There is no Ahriman Who does not have an eye upon your ring.