The spell of your love
The soothing ways when I searched
Myself in the autumn and wilderness
The crescent moon which had caught
Red from the sunset as if from your frock
The enchantment of the evening is to continue
The tavern is there in the street of Khayyam
The saki has returned and lo the first goblet
Leave alone” loneliness of ages” for I know
The sage with his advice and the keeper of the order
The city was empty for the enchantment was dead
In the temple of love when your silhouette did appear
In dark and mysterious and with steps of the dance
Cup after cup saki the evening’s going down
Before the sunrise in the cold silver of the morning
How shall I leave the tavern my love
Like mercury your lips swerve for the story
Say it not for I read it in your eyes
Keep the red lips for a day when the tavern
Of my heart is empty and the pitcher gone dry
Dry shall it never be it your lips
Cup after cup from the sadness in my heart
I want to drink like passion of Rumi
Broken have I bond with the beloved
What a magician this love is unto me

Drunk are thou from the passion of thy love
Sleep in the tavern for the night is half over
1/11/2008

Sadiqullah Khan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-night-is-half-over/