A Goblet of Wine
She demolished our comprehension of time and space
Clouds vanished before the rays of sun on her face
To whom can I confess this quiet secret of mine
A distraught supplicant for a goblet of wine
From the hand of a sweetheart
I have found to lose my soul again in despair
As the rue whose burnt scent fills the smokey air
Whose fragrant ash settles on hot silver skin of the handle
I am the moth on a fiery pilgrimage round the candle
All that we ever heard or studied of
In vain after I came to love
Break the bezels of wisdom
Tear the tablets
Punish the pens
She who Paradise seeks through and through
What a sign to the Worlds are You…
فَاجْعَلِ اللّـهُمَّ صَباحي هذا ناِزلاً عَلَي بِضِياءِ الْهُدى
وَ يا عَلاّمَ الْغُيُوبِ
يا غَفّارُ ، يا غَفّارُ ، يا غَفّارُ
بِرَحْمَتِكَ يا اَرْحَمَ الرّاحِمينَ
It’s from الله
