Give me one more glass of love’s sorrow

Give me some more ethereal smoke of longing

Bitter’s the wine drank in silent aloneness

The rising smoke dimming my eyes as I call your name

Thought that drinking might help me forget

But its bitterness only intensify love’s yearnings

Drinking alone in front of the mirror

Looking at me, the illusion suddenly smiles

Raising my voice, I call out “O Love”

The drifting smoke, it’s enveloping my life

In the mirror, someone’s saying Hi

Glass high, glass low, which glass’s for each other…

Alas! Bitter wine and the woes of love

The illusion in the mirror’s also grieving like me

Is it wine or teardrops pouring profusely

Who’s drunk, who’s crying? 

Is it You or me?

Whose lips have lost the cheerful smile

Whose lips have become numb with a life of aloneness

Beauty fades with the passing of the months and days

Wine drunk. Poetry dies. Love’s gone away.

High footsteps, low footstep; drunken feet

Hands reaching out, hands pouring wine, hands inviting a drink

Let’s get drunk! Be drunk to forget Life

Drink to make the rivers and the seas empty to shake off Sorrow.

Drink to kill with numbness Tomorrow

To forget the days before, 

to make the Fabric of Time crumbled!

Our love for each other were star-crossed

Gazing at the mirror, I curse Fate for unfinished love vows

The illusion in the mirror’s also in love,

Also drunk, so don’t laugh at me for being arrogantly wild

I throw the glass at the mirror. It breaks. The wine rushes out.

Glass broken. Mirror broken. 

But my sorrow’s not lessened

The illusion in the mirror has now disappeared

Drunken, I sing and forget about my existence.