Who has tossed goblet in gathering?

Why so much radiance all around me?

I’m going to be regarded as Socrates,

Bar tender has put venom in my wine;

The day today is akin to a murky night,

Though heard, that sun is now to rise;

I have nothing, but thy name; lovable,

I notify you as love in poetry, lovable;

This light that I bore to avenge is dark,

Fading light, it’s your last flickering;

It’s like a journey of my weary feet, as

The thorn that I carried in all seasons;

My affection for love is famed all over,

Khawer is known for love universally!