Be Ware Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Thou who speak the righteous
Thou to whom the madness
Is affair of woes appearing silly
Thou whose pens like a sharp knife
To find intent of the black line

Thou who celebrate the victory of reason
Thou hast not of love heard
Squabbles the laughter of the crowd
Reigns of reason in the lover's hand

Dids't the steed of love looked back
Once to the stars it has its eye fixed
Who to cover the distance in the dark
Who to win and fall back on starry way

My cup of wine has the shine of silver
My wine the color of rubies and roses
Fill it not with sauces spicy and bitter
Fill it not with waters murky and sour

Islamabad
25/3/2010