A breeze blown from the gardens of loving
Our hearts we thus sacrificed.
Beingness we found amidst the treasures of loving
We staked the claim to monarchy upon the universe
A light aglow from the east of the Truth
We belittled the water and the soil
And both worlds thence renounced.
Your glance upon us
Burning smoldering underneath that gaze
Behold us again and again…
Help this charred victim
Save this sunken soul
Since
This victim wounded by the wine
Same wine the cure
Same wine the solace.

by Pir Haraat (Old Sage of Haraat Afghanistan)

(This poem is 900 years old!)