Now the cups of elixir shall ask me
where I was these days.
Didn’t I long for the tavern, the house of deprived,
and will nag to touch my lips
and force herself on me
like that mischievous penurious mistress
crafty enough to seduce as per her wish.
But I would not touch her
No, certainly I would not touch her.
I am happy and content, my missing lover,
my sparrows and bulbuls
have resumed appearing
in my garden of memories again.