Intoxication Without Bound

Bring me the vintage wine whose intoxication knows no bound

That which makes the world turn-makes the sufi go round

We request a single prayer as Spring’s flower

Each petal blooms it’s own desired blessing

Garden bells chime with the coming of a new hour

Coming to life after their period of resting

If salutation’s seed is not well planted

How can we enjoy the Angels leaven?

If fruits of invocation are not soon granted

What desire is there left of Heaven?

It’s from الله