Sadiqullah Khan Poems

The evening's cup to the brim holds Saki,
The sunset on the tavern sets the night.
The streets of Shiraz had the rapture,
The soul from divine drinks inebriate.
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The pen bows down,
To absorb the sweetness of the sight,
Imagination is like wishing a dark lane,
Like washing dreamy eyes, with rose water.
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Beyond belief are the love’s light wings,
A lotus’s love is to seek light of the sun.
The soul flies to eternal space for peace.
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Of the cadences high and low,
A beat in rythmic duple, stressed and unstressed.
Counting the syllabi in the line ending, feminine,
In expanse or softness or an upbeat sounding man’s.
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Few drops of dew,
From the divine fountain's lip,
Sipped. Lest time would melt.
I hold the thread to the path,
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The relative violent chasm of reality.
You drown in love's sheds of water.
Many names like honey are inspired,
Wings, nectar, goddess, fairy and angel.
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The divine struck down,
That the beloved shall rise,
Resurrect, and his prayers of being,
Poor and utterly poor are vain.
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The mother lioness to the cub whispered,
"Hold the cup, but be thyself"
You come of age, the tune is now,
Not suffice. Go bring back
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The mystic blue has a touch from heaven,
Is there any other, place from where I
Get colors of your eyes. Bringing the morning,
Sunrise of hope, and longing of the sunset.
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Clouds, torrents and mist
Rain O rain, upon my heart's torment;
Cleanse with your gentle sweet drops
Wash in your brief moments I sip,
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