A Drunkard's Song Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair

When am I not drunk
Jesus Christ?
When am I not drunk of the love for You
Jesus Christ?

When am I not pained?
When am I not drunk of the pain You bore
On the Cross, Jesus Christ?

When am I not loved?
When am I not blessed?
When am I not drunk
Of the love that You showered on earth
Jesus Christ?

Am not a Christian
Born to Christian parents
But Christ, mind You my mentor
Since You can’t be sectarian
For love has no religious taint
I am just a drunkard
Drunk of universal love
Wasn’t that the pain You bore
For all of us
On the Cross?

Sink down therefore into my veins
As they mount me on a Cross
Calling me a drunkard
A drunkard of love
Oh, Jesus Christ!

I would be there in the fiery sun
On a dusty desert plain
Filled with bliss
Please mount me on the Cross
Hammer nails into me
I would look at the horizon
The salty sweat on my eyebrows
Would still look for you
My mentor, the salvation
I am a drunkard
Drunk of love
Jesus Christ!