Heaven is incomplete without Adam and Eve,
Houris are ready with glass of wine in their hands,
But in present circumstance no drinker is there,
Leave what you have here, let go for the promised wine,
A wine-smell from a distance only grows our thirst,
For the wine of love, making us cry, Al-átash! Al-átash!
Only the promised wine can quench our thirst.
MyKoul
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