Saqi, find me ruins, you and me
The taverns become a temple
In ‘Khirabat’ you and me, Saqi!
O keeper of the tavern, let’s with,
Urns, goblets, cups, water and rose,
And amber and perfumes and pitchers.
Saqi, the taverns become a ruin,
A ruin of all times, ruin of hearts and souls.
Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
August 22,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem