I am on the bed of death,
Fall in your eyes so deep
And never come back,
So high, to transcends my seek
The wine of love that brings
Care and peace to sing
The songs of life and death:
The smooth paths and faith
Though I am rich to think,
Whilst what wrong, if brings,
It is healthy wine, for me to drink,
That immortal me, and give me wings;
O! Love thou pure swing
Like a sweet bird in forest sing…
~ Amar Shaw Saleem
Sindh, Pakistan