It looks like I may with my blood give dawn to life
By bringing home the Delilah* who was once my wife.
For several years I sought the oasis of love,
And ended up dead tired near a mangrove.
With me is a tincture mixed in wine goblets
Lo! Come ye all and with me drown sorrow.
No Naveed, I wouldn't have returned to this tavern,
But to heal my heart I was forced to break my vow.