Deep sadness born out of love
The roots of the tree appearing tired
To hold the trunk of life with supplications
Deeper is the anguish in my heart
In alienation when I look upon
The morose living habitations
And the late night dust on the street
The howling dogs and from every shadow
Where demons are hiding to appear
And follow me in tiptoe
The moon that has gone pale
It is not that I want to be a part
Of the haunted life of that city
The aroma of the night
In gloom when I longed
The wine of beauty in a happy gathering
In my imagination every night plays
The beauty of paradise revealed unto me
Nothing is real in this world of bliss
The romance of the desert and the wandering
The beauty of your face and the eloquence
That your eyes shower on me
In metaphysical world
I searched a place for myself
To the great Khayyam when I referred
He held a cup of wine and a book of verse
Beloved! Wilt not thou appear once
I sip the wine of melancholy
Wine dancing in my head
With your song of love
10/10/2008
oh! sadiq just when i think it cant get better than this you surprise me....all the time....well done!
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I would like to translate this poem
This poem paints a picture in my mind. I love such poems. Welldone Khan