Tomorrow's sun afoot, break through the night,
Lone traveler, the dust on your feet,
The destiny's on the palm, all else
From meager stars, snatch from the moon steal,
Or beacon of the heart, no matter they blind
Whose visions are afloat, whose sights but fly,
Who when shine in brilliance, who defeat the dark.
O youth! Be nothing but a waste, like ash in ember,
Like ruby it sparkles, like night, secret it tells.
You, my earth, just stop drinking blood,
For I sprinkle dew, on the petals of red flowers,
For I take the nectar, and I touch the soft
Beware my love, my drunkenness exceed,
The line on your eye, is the mark on the cup.
Sadiqullah Khan
Motorway Express
December 1,2014.
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