I am the slave of desire and expectation;
My speech is twisted by the play of jinn.
A squawking jay from high hell, why describe
The noxious nest of mind where I reside?
I was never an angel squatting in heaven,
But Adam played me for sixes an’ sevens.
No houri filled my arms by crystal water
Who compares with the supernal Master!
O Master, you taught me only two letters:
A and B twice reversed spells you better!
What astrologer can read my stellar fate,
Unless the mother of time reveals her mate?
Ever since he became the slave of love’s wine,
Darvish oinks with the great pleasure of swine!