For I'm the Cellar in which I hunt
A bottle deeper than its punt
Bacchus, Lord, grant me a Sign
Ere the Saqi taste this wine.
To drink in Summer is a losing game
Now, Mansur, your dragon is tame
Only Pain has wings & in the Saqi's eyes
Still storms Heaven & scorches Skies
Saqi, thy husband's kiss were a bitter reward
Thou battered wife of one drunk on God
I'll have another, having no other recourse
You and him will never divorce.
Envoi-
Prince! We too, like Judas, have tasted Wine
Wretched Subjects of your Right Divine.
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