THE WINE OF LOVE

THE WINE OF LOVE

I am a tavern dweller, about the beloved don’t ask me,

I am dumb, don't ask the distressed dumb to speak.

Being busy with my own blindness and absoleteness,

From such a blind one, vision and sight don’t ask.

Your love-sick eyes have made me sick,

Except the delirium, no other words from a patient like me don’t ask.

With the calandar don’t communicate, and if you communicate never,

Sagacity, verse and tradition ask.

I am intoxicated with the wine of your lover, from the intoxicated,

Noble advice uttered by the wise don’t ask.

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