THE ASSEMBLY OF ROGUES

THE ASSEMBLY OF ROGUES

I wish one day the dust upon her obode I will be,
Giving up the life distress of her visage I will be.

I wish one day the dust upon her obode I will be,

Giving up the life distress of her visage I will be.

The animating cup from her generous hand I will take,

Ignoring the two world's, involuing her tress I will be.

I'll put my head upon her foot, kissing it till I pass away,

Up to the Resurrection Day with her Jug intoxicated I will be.

Like a moth I will be consumed around her candle forever,

Fascinated, like the drunk, by her comely visage I will be.

The day will come when in the assembly of the intoxicated rogues,

The confidant of all her secret mysteries I will be.

If my own yousef [friend] doesn't call on me,

Like Jacob distressed by his smell I will be.

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