The drunken and drunken tavern dragged the drunken earth and the drunken time The drunken sky The drunken sky The
breeze passed through the ring of your hair The grass became drunk and the garden and the gardener drunk the grass became drunk and the garden and the gardener drunk until
I took a sip from your drunken eyes until I took my life from your hand The drunken sky became the drunken sky of the nightingale The drunken singer The drunken garden and the drunken gardener and the drunken gardener and The drunken gardener,
you are the whisper of my harp and lute, the song that is dormant in my thread and fabric, you are my saghar, my cup, and my sebu, you are the source of my existence and my weaving, although I am drunk, I do not worship both worlds, I am drunk with your love, I am drunk with your love, I am drunk with your love, I am drunk with your love, I taste
two sips, the drunken earth of the sky, the drunken nightingale. The drunken singer of the drunken garden, the drunken gardener, the drunken gardener, the drunken gardener, the drunken
