O, Wine Poem by ali naghavi

O, wine. What a marvel are you?
The remedy of my pain, the salve of my sore.
O, wine. What can I call you?
The song of the love or the nourishment of the soul.
O, wine. What shall I do with out you?
When I'm surrounding with my sad thoughts.
O, wine. What a magical red liquid are you?
The same as blood in my vein, as the soul in my flesh.
O, wine. What a pure drink are you?
Let me to say that, my wit can't answer it.
O, wine. What a lovable friend are you?
Trustworthy than a mother, merciful than a father.
O, wine. How can I mention your merits?
Merely, I can say that, you are merry.