This cup is empty yet made for filling
Saqi, fill it once again, for all my failings
Too long chasing visions offline
Saqi , pour me a drop of the divine
This cup is empty for lack of insight
Saqi, I fell for fool’s gold, for delight
Said the Sufi, look lost no more
Call for the Saqi, let him pour.
I have stumbled from countless medics
Saqi, to reams of leather-bound clerics
I have talked with Jinh in the dust
And heard them say “Dam Ali Mast”
I have been a victim of clawing doubt
Times where my heart would give out
In the badlands of fear and distrust
And then I have heard “Dam Ali Mast”
Leave me grasping, thirsty no more
Saqi, I place my cup, you must pour
So this love can route through my core
Saqi, wait no more, wait no more.
Ali A. Naqvi
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