When I Drink The Wine Of Love... Poem by Mohammad Younus

When I drink the wine of love...
...and come out of the cage of self...
...my spirit rises from the dried clay...
...like a flower raises its head from the soil...
...my sounding being flutters it's wings...
...and flies upon the fairy of love;
It takes me for a visit to the precincts of my lord;
I seek the fount of life and the house of light;
I don't need somebody should intercede...
...with my beloved on my behalf;
My love is sufficient to guide my falcon...
...to the darbar of my king;
My only wish is to kiss the eyes of my sweetheart...
...as she allows my falcon to fly on...
...and fills my goblets with the red wine...
...and lets my eyes redden with inebriation;
How lavishly I had lived my life before!
My heart was never so seared by a burning passion;
Then, you took pity on me...
...and melted my iceberg by your fire;
You offered me hot wine...
...and made me feel the boon;
Sadness will no longer take over my ecstasy...
...the restlessness of the madman is over now...
...no one will now notice furrows in my forehead...
...caused by anxiety of separation.

Mykoul