I shall drink when the last stone <br />Pelted on me falls down <br />When the last dropp of blood <br />In my body shall speak the truth <br />When the pen and the ink <br />Has been snatched from me <br />I shall drink when the beloved <br />Like moon appears on the roof <br />And when like a ray of sun <br />Hides in the corners of the house <br />When the half covered face <br />And the dreamy eyes <br />Hold the cup of wine red <br />I shall drink when in the empty street <br />In the late hours of the night <br />The wayfarer searches for the abode <br />When tired out of a long journey <br />And in the darkness of the night <br />I shall drink when the tavern <br />And the saki in beloved looks <br />When the pitcher of wine <br />Pours to break the spell <br />Of unending thirst <br />I shall drink when the nature <br />In an abundant downpour <br />Brings down the rain of happiness <br />When the leaves in the autumn <br />Shall start falling, cracking <br />After a short spring and the flowers <br />Hiding their faces, and the grapes <br />Bloom, festivities of the autumn <br />I shall drink when the beloved <br />Dances to the beat of tambourine <br />When those hands shall move <br />Like tendrils and the eyes <br />Glow with passion <br />And when in an ode to life <br />The beloved moves like a swan <br />I shall drink when the perfumes <br />Of that beauty spreads over me <br />And when I am lost in the mystery <br />Of the thickness of those hairs <br />I shall drink from the eyes of my beloved<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-shall-drink/
