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O FOR MY SAQI!
A gathering with so-called intellectuals
Left me gasping for a fresh whiff of pure air
Pure air, fresh and all invigorating
As I sought escape from summer in spring.
I kept quiet fulfilling a promise to my host
Who had taken me there to lighten my spirits
But deep in my heart I wept sorrowfully
Missing the grace and charms of my Saqi*.
A drink filled in an earthenware goblet by her
On the bank of a lake when the dusk draws near
Her musical voice creating new notes in the air
Making my world here and my hereafter fair.
My saqi is lovely even with the veil
Hiding her charming face and my senses reel
As she looks at me lovingly and refills my goblet
O for my saqi, even my boredom gets blessed!
