Drunk, And In Disarray, By Rumi Balkhi

Drunk, and in disarray,
Thou comest on this day;
Last night, as I divine,
Thy cup was potent wine.
To-day is dolorous,
No faring day for us;
Better we sit at home
To-day, and do not roam.

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