Of conversations you speak
I have begun my story
With love
And with love shall I end
Is there any end in love
Of the last nights goblets
When found broken in the morning
The master of the tavern
Smiled for he knew
That the morning hangover
Was nothing but a lull
Before the other storm
Let the sun set redness
Lighten the tavern again
Lovers shall then seek
One more time
And for all times to come
Conversations in love
When the wine of the old Magi
Seasoned and in leather pouch
Lit the candle high
For tonight the lovers shall meet again
11/10/2008
i have this big smile on my face..........ur poem bought upon.........sure the lovers will meet another wonderful one.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another excellent stage first created thru the imagery of a tavern and its burly owner smiling indulgently...i could see it all acting out in my minds eye khan saab! ...marvellously fulfilling and longing at the same time.