Last night,
under the moonlight, I spotted a band, in the distance, all drunk
I saw infants drunk, the old drunk,
the lute player,
all drunk
The moon
had given the sky, a cup from that vat of wine
The moon was drunk, the sun drunk,
shadows and light,
all drunk
When that fragrance
of wine, reached the garden
the grass went drunk, the stream
went drunk, the branches, vines and grapes, all drunk
Heaven
drank a cup given by the Winegiver of the Covenant
so the heavens were drunk, the
earth went drunk, limbo and all beings in them, all drunk
music came
from a king's feast, serving half warmed wine making
the crown drunk, the throne drunk, the
Emperors,
all drunk
a group of
Sufis sat deep in the state of Transcendence
their outer coats drunk, their
shirts drunk, their belongings drunk,
all drunk
on another
side the Angels gathered, Gabriel was the Winegiver
the heavens went drunk, the trees
in heaven, judgment day and the herald,
all drunk
Shams [my Master] was affected by such a cup
So he must be drunk; and as a rule,
drunks aren’t responsible, for secrets they divulge!
