I Will Get Drunk Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

When thou draw the circle
The vigil of forty days
To strengthen thy inner self
In thine hardships that thou inflict
Upon thyself and in search of paradise
Woes of the hell that out of fear
The God thou hast created
In forty days and one more day
When thou art out of the circle
I will get drunk and dance to thee

In the fastest colors of my apparel
The darkness of the hairs falling
On my shoulders
The black magic of my serpentine figure
Black to the eyes but in illusions
When objects of heaven and demons
Of many legs visit thee
The smoke of my sorcery out of magic
The silver gray line on my long garment
Break the vigil for I shall then
Get thee out by the aroma of my skin
Or a glance of my eyes
Serpents and riches and gold
Honey and milk and wine
Thou name the bounties on earth
Or thy imagined paradise
Nothing shall compare to me
When I will get drunk and dance to thee

While thou art waiting for the stage next
Higher in thy search and what thou call soul
An escape from me thou canst afford
Many a tattoos have I on my face
Than the books thou raven or the nights thou spend
Break the vigil in thy effort futile
To change thy inner self for reality is me
Bathed in wine with the scent of jasmine
I will get drunk and dance to thee

Thou art the serpent the evil doer
Love hast thou yet to find
Like *Shams to the master
A dip in the ocean of the agony of self
Search not thou Shams for Shams shall then fly
In the ethereal self leaving the dervish in whirls of dance
Hold my finger O ye addicted to vigils
Devouring the books or teaching morals
The exegete of the word thou call as God’s

To the universal soul I shall take thee
Nearer than the left large vein
Closest to thy heart
The treasure I know
O ye seeker of the fountain eternal
Love’s mysterious fables shall unfold in thine eyes
When I will get drunk and dance with thee

*Shams e Tabrez
9/9/2008