“Where do you come from”, they questioned, “that you seem so disturbed”?
“A stranger from the city of the acquainted”, I replied
“What is on your mind”, they questioned, “to make you lose your mind”?
“Begging your love”, I replied, “tis the only thing on my mind”
“What breed of bird are you”, they questioned, “that such a melody you sing”?
“A cheerful tone from the garden of the forlorn”, I replied
“Get drunk”, they urged, “so that you may from all be free”!
“With wine indeed”, I replied, “with wine I fond my salvation from me”
“You’d not be worth a whit tho”, they cautioned, “if you’d seek abstinence or repentance”
“I’ve repented of abstinence and piety”, I replied
“How do you hold our art of allure”, they questioned?
“Like a deluge of flowers in the banquet of coquetry”, I replied
“I am the Bergamot Orange”, they said, “which befits not this world”
“Even better art thou”, I replied, “yet unattainable”
“Why then so little of your sweet amour”, they questioned?
“Intoxicated with love”, I replied, “that is why”
“What does Khwaju see in our eyes”, they questioned?
“The tale of the drunken is a divine enigma”, I replied!