The horizon lowered the drunken eyelid,
The times’ mysteries on your forehead
Maze through, through the brows’ arrow,
Circle her ‘lone tatto’ –khal, in the arm
Of dark tresses in profound embrace.
Taste earth first when you appear in the presence,
For the evil eye may struck, or false ego may take.
O keeper of the tavern, you brought the Saki,
Herself drunk, her gazelle eyes goblets.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 25,2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem