On the wisdom's bare horse
Such gallop as of imagination
Discern the rapture from mind's play
So is lover's creed of knowing
Nay not the names of no meaning
What we understand
Is that from glance of the beloved
The empty cup shall be filled
In the dropp of wine you make
Descend the universe in goblet
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 25,2012
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