Treasure Island

Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi


When My Hands


When my hands from brimming cups weakly shook,
I awoke, ere sense my wined mind forsook.
Shunning choice wines, as rich as purest gold,
I, of spring showers silv'ry draught partook.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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