Of the passions did I speak br From books old or music br In syntheses br Moses and Christ and the others br My masters in the tavern br With “Paris” did I cross br The sword as in Romeo and Juliet br Shakespeare might have read br Or heard the story from the city of love br br Standing are you on the balcony in Verona br “The mole on the cheek of my love” br So went I in passions when I asked br The friends to hear me in the city dear br br Known am I in the world of love br My self you have become as for me br My identity are you for my love br Like my address on the wall of my home br In the tavern when I sip the cup br I see the reflection of the eyes drunk br In passion I see for reason is not mine br br When your sweet words descend on me br From up above the balcony in my search br You told not to speak of the philosophies br Of love and be the initiate br br When my cheek speaketh the love you seek br Lost are why you in the world br Did not I tell you are drunk with the wine br Nature is me and the universe I hold br Of earth and mars and canyons great br You speaketh for me they quote to listen br The seduction of my eyes they shall never forget br My head in your lap but they look at my eyes br br Like an unsheathed sword am I br Tread softly for the path is dear br br 22102008br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br