A Pitcher Of Old Wine And The Mysterious Girl Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The time has come
For the feather to fly
On the wings of imagination
The pitcher of old wine
Crafted by a master
Tasted by the great
The color is deep red
It has already started flowing
From the confines of the boundaries
Behold
The mysteries of the years
The wine had been storing
Diamonds and rubies it is said
Lie deep in the earth
The oak wood tree
That blessed it the nose
And the taste
Of the same age a mysterious girl
From up the hills
Had lived in nature
Dressed in black
Appeared out of the darkness
The youth overflowing
Strong aroma
Lopez’s still
The hairs long
Thick like dark clouds
Her feminine beauty
An eastern damsel
Her eyelashes bows
Her eyes shining
Smile divine
A tavern of Hafiz
Khayyam would envy
The beloved is the saki
The tavern in “khirafat”
The sound of music
Tabrez on the floor
With Herat on the ceiling
Rose smouldering images mysterious
The pitcher opens the mystery unveils
Cups without “dood-e-ayagh”
The mind has enlivened
The blood rushing the colors brighter
Saki
Bring the pitcher or remove the veil
Reveal thyself O mystery of nature
Let me write “shara-e-zindagi”
Search you in the old taverns
In the Khayyam's street
With Hafiz singing “Lissan al ghaib”
“Gharka-e-mai” the “huma” of Ghalib
The beloved the saki
Hold two cups
Drink and drink
Quench your thirst
The “pairahan” flowing an ode to life
The depth of the night vastness of the skies
The mother earth dear spring in air
The universe has come to surround me
Lost in beauty of the tavern old
The pitcher old and the cups old
Wine and wine
Cried the heart
Love's bitter mystery
Unveil thyself