I am so drunk that wine drips from my eyes 
My heart so burns that I can smell its roasting 
 
If my beloved comes unveilled at midnight 
An ageing puritan will rush out of the mosque 
 
I saw your face at Dawn and missed my prayer 
What use is supplication when the sun has risen? 
 
If a drop of Jami’s pain falls in the river 
The fish will jump out burning with pain 
 
~ Jami | 
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