Saqi, the cup bearer, brings you pure drink, the essence of love and the nectar of life. In the mystic poetry of Sufi Saints one finds a yearning for the Saqi. This figure has been part of my relationship with poetry and is the questing guide for what is to come. This website is dedicated to my poetic work and my writings. Original content on this website is considered copyright and under DMCA or relevant regulation where infringement occurs.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
I want that day, that unexpected night,
I felt certitude wiring the spine straight
As the Architect slotted all into place
And the Ravi* pooled peace into my fate.
For bending boughs and the heaving roses
Were too much for this realist.
But, Saqi, though I parched my words,
Kept my rhyme dry, ran rhythm with grit
The Planner split my rhetoric, left
My logic limp and excuses spent
So sought, so gave me my other half.
So follows Qamr where Shams went**.
by Ali Naqvi
*Ravi is a river in Punjab, which runs through Lahore.
** Qamr is the moon in arabic. Shams the Sun. Shams -e - Tabrizi was also the scholar and mystic who was Jallaludin Rumi's greatest friend.
Also The Planner and The Architect refer to aspects of God.