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O, Saki, what did you pour for me?
Drinking, you set me aflame.
No self-awareness left, no craving,
Lost and unbound, you made me.

This gentle, fleeting bliss,
A fault of your gaze, this is.
You taught me to drink, I confess,
Your love, your longing, your very breath,
With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.

For my imbibing, there's no need,
For prison-cups or flasks that bleed.
I'm intoxicated every hour,
Only because of your gaze, my power.
With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.

The bounty of your grace, who can count?
Each who sees you, lost in mount.
A devotee of life and death,
Whose whole being, on your glance, is set.
Let none be deprived in your drunken sway,
You are the heart of the tavern, they say.
Who can escape your tavern's hold?
All are captured by your gaze of old.

With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.
What is wine, what is intoxication?
All this is your kindness, your creation.
From what eyes did you pour, I ask,
That I've lost all sense of my own task?
With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.

What a cup of love you gave to me,
That you painted your beauty in my heart, you see.
I offer myself to your favor, your gaze, your command,
What was I and what have you made me now stand?
With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.
The world, the system, all are inebriated,
Day, night, dawn, evening, all intoxicated.
Intoxicated is the glass, the heart, the cup,
From your intoxicated eyes, all are up.

O Saki, every kind of drink exists,
Give that which is in these eyes’ measure, please, persist.
I understand your coquetry, O Saki, I see,
The gaze does the work, the cup gets the credit, agree.
With eyes that stray, now I'm a mess,
You made a drunkard of me.
Your love is my life,
Your love is my life,
Your love, that is all my life,
Your love, that is all my life.

I am from eternity, a slave of love,
No fear of this world or the one above.
My head is bowed at your door now, you see,
No longer do I search for a sanctuary.
My worship is a worship, divine and true,
Unbound by the bounds of the hallowed view.
To see you, just one glance, is all I ask,
More than any prayer, this very task.

My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
With your name on my tongue,
I bow my head to you, young.
My love proclaims, I must confess,
I shall make you God, nonetheless.
Your name upon my lips I keep,
The world may forget, if I you sleep.
Within my heart, your endless forms,
Unless your light, I quench my storms.
For your love's sake, your stony heart,
To those who laugh at my broken start,
What prayer can I give you with all my might?
In the resurrection, your mark of love, I hold so tight.
Your image, even then, against my heart, it will hold,
A memory of the love, the story to be told.

My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
Taking your name, I bowed my head,
And made that sphere my sacred bed.
My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
I know no prayer, nor do I know the rite,
I bow to you, when you are in my sight.
My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
Your love is my life,
Your love is my life,
Your love, that is all my life,
Your love, that is all my life.

I am from eternity, a slave of love,
No fear of this world or the one above.
My head is bowed at your door now, you see,
No longer do I search for a sanctuary.
My worship is a worship, divine and true,
Unbound by the bounds of the hallowed view.
To see you, just one glance, is all I ask,
More than any prayer, this very task.
My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.

With your name on my tongue,
I bow my head to you, young.
My love proclaims, I must confess,
I shall make you God, nonetheless.
Your name upon my lips I keep,
The world may forget, if I you sleep.
Within my heart, your endless forms,
Unless your light, I quench my storms.
For your love's sake, your stony heart,
To those who laugh at my broken start,
What prayer can I give you with all my might?
In the resurrection, your mark of love, I hold so tight.
Your image, even then, against my heart, it will hold,
A memory of the love, the story to be told.

My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
Taking your name, I bowed my head,
And made that sphere my sacred bed.
My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
I know no prayer, nor do I know the rite,
I bow to you, when you are in my sight.
My life, it is your love alone,
My life, it is your love, shown.
Your love is my life,
Your memory is my devotion,
What is your happiness is my happiness.

This is the miracle of my madness,
Where I bowed my head, in sadness,
I made that place my sacred bed.
Come before me, I plead,
I am not Moses, though I feel the need.
Come before me, I beg you,
The one who was far, was burned, it is true,
He was the one who fell, I knew.
I am still a journey of the soul,
Yet come before me, make me whole.
I am not Moses, to fall and fail,
I know how to rise, without a wail.
Come before me, I do pray,
Show me your light, without delay.
Quench the thirst of my heart, I beg,
Tell me, what is this love you spread?
Lift the veil, let your face be shown,
And just a glimpse was all I've known.

After me, whom will you torment?
You'll regret forever, repent.
After rejecting me, so true,
Upon whom will you unleash, anew?
Well, after me, whom will you torment?
This indifference, these graces, I see,
But such coldness, your salutes flee.
Well, after me, whom will you torment?
I said, "Your gaze is a bow," she said, "a dart,"
I said, "Your eyebrows," she said, "a sword to impart."

I said, "Why do the locks upon your face, wind and sway?"
She said, "They are chains for lovers, come what may."
I said, "I played with my life, for your sake, in despair,"
She said, "That you still live, is your fate to bear."
I gave you my heart, and you brought me shame,
What did I do to you, and what did you claim?
Well, after me, whom will you torment?
Love of scorched hearts is not the art,
Love of weeping, from a broken heart,
Love in love, the heart did depart,
Found the outcome, from the start.
I weep that my heart has gone away,
You laugh, what have you gained, I say?
Well, after me, whom will you torment?

When asked how rain is, you see,
She let the drops from her brow, carefree.
When asked how lightning falls from high,
She met my gaze, then cast down her eye.
When asked how day and night did meet,
She moved her hair from her face, so sweet.
When asked the magic of a song,
She spoke to me, where I did belong.
When asked about my desires,
She extinguished some burning fires.
I kept saying, you gave me a love's curse's decree,
You've made my heart's world, then destroyed me.
Well, after me, whom will you torment?
You'll remember my devotion, weep and plead,
You destroyed me, oh what a deed,
And whom will you destroy, indeed?
After me, whom will you torment?
How will you destroy me, please?
Where will you launch your arrows, if you please?

Take my friendship's blessings, I ask,
Raise your hands, and give me your task.
You, a killer, you are now, you see,
Look at me, oh desire of life, you see,
I am that, Anwar, half alive, you see,
You had so much sense, where were you, free?
Don't use your tongue so, you see,
Be kind to me, and agree,
You taught me how to speak, indeed,
This gentle, fleeting bliss, indeed,
A fault of your gaze, this seed,
You taught me to drink, indeed.