To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
We, the devotees, abstain for months,
We, the devotees, abstain for months,
But when the tide of longing mounts,
But when the tide of longing mounts,
We then drink the very news, the pronouncements?
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
Let another drink as we do, in the tavern's hold,
Let another drink as we do, in the tavern's hold,
For it's not only wine, we're told,
For it's not only wine, we're told,
But tears of grief, we also enfold.
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
Our thirst, Rashid, a unique design,
Our thirst, Rashid, a unique design,
At times we scorn the ocean's brine,
At times we scorn the ocean's brine,
And sip the dew, a fate divine.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
When tresses fall, a storm's embrace,
Then out of season, we find our space.
To the tavern, sometimes, we descend,
And sorrow's draught, we apprehend.
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