Meaningless Words, As If It Were

i crave for a glimpse of her, a drunk for a sip, as if it were
but her hair masks the face, a bodyguard as if it were

who knows but that the Saqi’s merciful gaze might turn away from us
let the wine flow tonight my friends, a tearful eye as if it were

the dawn’s breeze blows fragrant, like the beloved’s scent
the sky too, blushes pink, the rouge on her cheeks as if it were

sleepless i remained through the night of separation, covered in a sheet of despair
come morning, the garden was in tatters too, a scene of desolation as if it were

the street is a well-known one; the faces too, are familiar
then why does fear reside here, the gallows as if it were?

i would certainly have visited the temple, believe you me, Sifar
if deep joy one could obtain there, the beloved’s street as if it were