Before this fleeting age departs—
O’ let it blaze with joy in all my parts; let me arise anew.
Lift me toward the summit of Your grace,
O’ Cup-bearer, for Your path alone I’d give the world its due.
This wine is love’s eternal fire—O’ pour for me,
Twice fill the cup, O’ bearer of the soul’s decree:
One draught for the bloom of your rose-lit face,
The next for the Lord whose Name grants every grace.
May this poor heart, so restless in its quest,
At last be freed, fulfilled, and blessed—
To soar beyond the self, to all that is true.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Before this fleeting age departs—
O’ let it blaze with joy in all my parts; let me arise anew.
Lift me toward the summit of Your grace,
O’ Cup-bearer, for Your path alone I’d give the world its due.
This wine is love’s eternal fire—O’ pour for me,
Twice fill the cup, O’ bearer of the soul’s decree:
One draught for the bloom of your rose-lit face,
The next for the Lord whose Name grants every grace.
May this poor heart, so restless in its quest,
At last be freed, fulfilled, and blessed—
To soar beyond the self, to all that is true.
Cup of Love 16/11/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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