Intoxicated with eyes
When I am intoxicated, I rise beyond myself, like fragrance escaping from a blooming flower.
My heart, burdened by sorrow, lifts itself high, like a flower breaking free from the confines of a grave.
I leave behind my heavy, lifeless body,
And soar on the wings of boundless imagination. I traverse the skies, reaching the seventh heaven,
Seeking fountains of life and radiant homes of light.
I have no need for the wine of the cupbearer. I follow the path of my galloping thoughts. It thrives on colors of vibrant existence.
This ecstasy, this love, this beauty, this allure. When I gaze into the eyes of my beloved,It feels as though I steal light from every gesture.
I fill my cup with the hues of twilight my eyes reddened by the intoxication of their beauty. How futile a life you have lived, O preacher, blind to the flame of longing and search.
You bowed to rituals, chose hollow scholars, while the soil of shattered dreams remained untouched.
Like a candle melting in its own flame, yet never transforming into sweet nectar or bliss. The heart stayed chained by the weight of reason, never soaring, never opening to the spring's embrace.
Your life has ended, your quest is over, O seeker. Exhausted, your weary head rests in the earth's cradle.
Like a flower’s fleeting scent, brief in its glory, or a river’s waves vanishing into the vastness of the sea.
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