I Shall Drink Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

I shall drink when the last stone
Pelted on me falls down
When the last dropp of blood
In my body shall speak the truth
When the pen and the ink
Has been snatched from me
I shall drink when the beloved
Like moon appears on the roof
And when like a ray of sun
Hides in the corners of the house
When the half covered face
And the dreamy eyes
Hold the cup of wine red
I shall drink when in the empty street
In the late hours of the night
The wayfarer searches for the abode
When tired out of a long journey
And in the darkness of the night
I shall drink when the tavern
And the saki in beloved looks
When the pitcher of wine
Pours to break the spell
Of unending thirst
I shall drink when the nature
In an abundant downpour
Brings down the rain of happiness
When the leaves in the autumn
Shall start falling, cracking
After a short spring and the flowers
Hiding their faces, and the grapes
Bloom, festivities of the autumn
I shall drink when the beloved
Dances to the beat of tambourine
When those hands shall move
Like tendrils and the eyes
Glow with passion
And when in an ode to life
The beloved moves like a swan
I shall drink when the perfumes
Of that beauty spreads over me
And when I am lost in the mystery
Of the thickness of those hairs
I shall drink from the eyes of my beloved