The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they divert his heart from the Giver
Hey Saqi!
Serve not too much
Into my cup
I be drunk with wine if
And not You
Hey Love
Gaze not for long
Into my eyes
I see my own self if
And not You
Hey King
Bless me not in plenty
With gold and silver
I lavish in them if
And not you
You are my Battle
And Booty
Yours is the majesty
And beauty
A thousand wishes
I may want
Another hundred dreams
I may demand
Yet, leave my restless
Soul to rant
If I forget You
When jubilant
Nov 08 2010. Edit April 2022