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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