I have seen my Beloved Turning around the house. He had a stringed instrument And kept playing a tune. He was lost in that beautiful melody With fiery strokes. He was drunk with the wine of Mugh,[60] Attracting many hearts. He was singing the tune of Irak,[61] Playing for the name of the cupbearer. But his real purpose was wine. The cupbearer was his pretext. A beautiful cupbearer came From somewhere, with the jar in his hand, And put the jar between them. First helmed the glass With wine like fire. Have you ever seen water bum with flame He picked up the glass And offered it to that charmer Who catches hearts, Then prostrates and kisses the threshold. The Beloved took the glass And drank the wine. The flame of this wine covered her face. She was watching her Beauty And telling the evil eyes, ´´Nobody like me has ever come to this world, And will never come.
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