The Waves Of Holy Wine Are Floating... Poem by Mohammad Younus

The waves of holy wine are floating...
...in the wine pitcher;
Come and drown all your sorrows...
...in a goblet,
What matters if you are a sufi or a yogi!
In the tavern of love, there is no place for either;
The cup bearer, is waiting well for drunkards...
...whose thirst for wine is never satiated,
After taking each goblet they give out a cry:
Hal min mazeed? Have you got some more?
Drink! Drink! Drink now, before the tavern is...
...closed for the drinkers...
...when the night packs up.

Mykoul