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Alwi
Cheer/Acclaim and sing
Praise
Look! Look!
Who is coming here…
Comes the
Estimable rider
Thru towns and villages.
Do you not see!
Open your eyes
The Friend arrives
Again and again…
What do you know
Of the Status
Of/ those who live on…/ the immortal
Whoever claimed
“I am the Truth”
Headed towards
The guillotine!
We have drawn
Wine from the
Rapture and ecstasy
Of the friend
Thus in a thousand
Ecstasies am I
From the
Enraptured Wine!
Alwi has imbibed
The wine
At the hands
Of the saintly
As a hundred
Honorable Ones
File out from
The Tavern!
The vanity of Spring
Self deluding
Takes pride
In its sight and
Color
When your two eyes
Are the Qibla
Of Rapture and
Both your eyebrows
The place of
Prostration of the
Enraptured ones.
Coy and enticing
Looks shoot
Bewitching arrows
Such a doom
Adding to the
Distress of the
Distressful Doomsday!
Of Stature
Upright
Hyacinth like
Spiked hair
Eyes narcissus
And countenance
Excelling the
Rose Garden.
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