Hai Saaqi

Unaware of the mandate and beating wings of an Angelic hoard

A dumb man draws forth a Damascus steel forged sword

I embrace him in haste, knowing the power of compassion’s Lord

‘Look at the reflective glass with love, something to admire’

Even a fool after reflection regrets, as when water puts out fire

See the souls of many who hold Sabbath’s test

By my few shores known as - The Islands of Rest

Every warm gust of summer penetrates my chest with it’s dart

Mirror like, the soul finds thy face and name engraved in it’s heart

How many a woman cut their hands at the sight of beauteous Yusuf at home

Gentle tips of her dark scimitar curls sunk into my soul in the manner of a comb

This happened over times spanning, yet she left the bearer of glad tidings alone

How is it still - that a single soul can cause so much stirring emotion

As many waves crashing upon the soul, as there are currents in the Ocean

Oh Bashir, never ever get your hopes up again

For the way of love is hurtful and treacherous indeed

This red wine soaks up pain, the inferno within

Is left to bleed

It’s from الله