wine of life keeps dropping drop by drop,
the leaves of life keeps falling one by one, (after great Khayaam)
let each such leaf hold each such drop
for a while, before the final fall,
heart will respond in equal measure,
to that extent we are safe and sure,
let cup's depth commensurate night's depth,
cup is back in the fray, bow to the cup
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