On the far horizon waved some flicker of light br My heart, a city of suffering, awoke in a state of dream br My eyes, turning restless, still dreaming, br the morning, dawning in this vacuous abode of separation br br In the wine-cup of my heart, I poured my morning wine br Mixing in the bitterness of the past, the poison of the present br br On the far horizon waved some flicker of light br far from the eye, a precursor to some morning br Some song, some scent, some unbelievably pretty face br went by unknowingly, carrying a distressful hope br br Mixing in the bitterness of the past, the poison of the present br I proposed a toast to the longings on this day of prison-visit br To the fellow drinkers of my homeland and beyond br To the beauty of the worlds, the grace of beloved's lip and cheekbr br Faiz Ahmed Faizbr br