@ My Valerian Youth - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
When I, with my black eyes, black hair,
Come see me love, my valerian youth,
Like a flower laden branch, a bouquet
My bosoms are the fruits of heaven;
Red wine, intoxication, a dream
My lips, like a bud, for a nightingale
To relish. Spring is me, my airs alas!
A haunt forever, my lover’s lament.
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