Hunger is that
which makes a beast out of the man.

Hunger resides not in the food clogged intestines.
If it does then it is a disease.

For a mere loaf of bread,
the captive of hunger must steal.
The captive of hunger must ****.

Hunger devours the pious.
Hunger erases all morals.
It leaves us fearless.
It leaves us naked.

Today we must dance, O' Saaqi.
Today we have need of two glasses, old friend.

I have brought with me
the wine of gods you see.
All that remains now
is for us to drown in this sea.

We must loose ourselves, old friend.
We must empty our souls in these cups, O' Saaqi.

What is it about us that they know,
this we have yet to learn.
Have the news of our demise reached their ears ?
Or do they still perceive us to be that crazed lover.

Seems to me that these glorious cities
have all transformed into prisons.
Here people lock themselves
in small cosy cages of towering high rises.

They dance inside these prisons.
They stare out at each other from inside these prisons.

Here food flows like turbulent river water
but is a grace bestowed upon those
who like themselves keep the rest captive.

Winding maze like streets
of these cities rain fire
and transform these prisoners into rabid dogs,
who then bite other dogs.

I hold no right to judge .
I too am a prisoner.
But what I see here,
makes me want to break out.
What I think is, it is time I left.
But how and from where ?

Let us search in the depths of ocean
that promised city of love.
Fate has denied us
the glimpse of those cajoling eyes.
To drown now we must seek another vision.

We have arrived in your city
for we heard that the sun sets here
in one of these houses.

Now we scour the streets
with a begging bowl in our hands.
We run from doorway to doorway
begging for our share of sunlight,
in search of our beloved.