Ruined
The curve of your eyebrow
is my only prayer niche.
Your ruby lips
offer the clearest wine.
When the pious saw you,
they prostrated in ecstasy;
the wine-drinkers, too,
became ruined and drunk.
Ruined
The curve of your eyebrow
is my only prayer niche.
Your ruby lips
offer the clearest wine.
When the pious saw you,
they prostrated in ecstasy;
the wine-drinkers, too,
became ruined and drunk.