‘Zam-Zam’

Kallu was instructed

with a poem:

Oblivion is what

I need

every time.

He is entrusted

with keys of the box.

Zam-Zam

for his songs,

for efflorescence,

for flavor

and

for finding elixir.

Asadullah tells Kallu:

No encircling

of Kaaba.

For the Zam-Zam

drenched

the Jama-i-Ahram.

Asadullah brought

with him,

the plebeian trespasser.

Intervened a tradition,

ruling tradition.

Alai stood in praise-

of Asadullah.

Prominent shagird.

Opposed Momin.

Loyal shagird.

Saki. Saki. Saki.

Divinity.

Mood of the Sufi.

Mood of the horizon.

Inebriated jolly

of seer,

Asad.

Seeking oblivion in tavern,

thoughts merge

and flowers bloom.

Shauq of playing game

With Mughal Jan.

For hours

they played.

O domni.

O Mughal Jan.

O Zam-Zam.

O Asad.

Asad played,

Asad sang.

Asad- the hedonist.

Asad-the worker.

Playful worker.

No Zam-Zam,

No play.

No Mughal Jan,

No work.

That I am flummoxed

for the absence

of a tradition.

O Zam-Zam.