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Hi there Lily World this is to start the mystic Lily journey
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Oh, my lord
I am drunk and you are mad
who’ll take us home and make us glad
I said it hundred times, when you are made
Two or three cups less, won’t make any deferent today
In this town I do complain, every person seems insane
in this place madness like rain, washes wisdom down the drain
In the tavern of my soul, carpet of joy, will unroll
my soul is out of control, when trapped in this soulless hole
The Gypsy dancer who must dance
she is more drunken than me as I lay
beside such drunk, I dare to say
Mild is the story of my day
I left my home in that state
My drunken ways could not wait
Every place I looked, it looked great
Saw my beloved, my soul mate
I asked, “Where is my land where is my place”
Half from the cold land and half from heavenly strand
“Half made of water and clay half soul and half solar ray
Half on the shallow beaches lay Half from ocean of pearly play
“I asked Thee to be my friend and change this dividing trend
Replied that “I transcend, All divisions in me end”
I am without head or hand I am of this drunken band
all things I understand Describe or silently stand.
My translation and understanding of the
Shams Tabrezi Persian Sufi poet