Forbidden lures you crafting you an infidel
Ah... tonight I hold the blessed cup of wine
God bless you warrior in the war fields
Tonight all the cups are rich holding wine
I have bled pleading in front the God
To bless you the magical cup of wine
The food has been promised
The toil craves for the cup of wine
A menial pulls the protesting cart
Hidden behind must be love of wine
Fractured - the parched earth – soliciting
'Lend me the cup of wine'
Stain your prayer rug with droplets of wine
'O Believer’ here-after promised are rivers of wine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We've to obtain our promises) a good poem