Ghazal 118

Whoever holds a cup in hand
Forever will rule over the land.
The Water of Life that Elias found
Seek in the tavern where cups stand.
The essence of soul submit to the cup
Rules of the cup are in command.
We and the wine, pious and virtue
Let’s see which ones He will demand.
It is but a word from His lips
For he who has wished and planned.
Narcissus’s ways of drunkenness
Were borrowed from His eye’s gland.
My heart pictures Your face and hair
This prayer my day and night spanned.
It is the painful in the heart
Who Your sweet lips understand.
Your features, Your goodness, O soul,
Like Hafiz, two hundred slaves command.

© Shahriar Shahriari
Los Angeles, Ca
April 6, 1999

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