Drinking the liquor of love that taste like sweet nectar, I roam to the streets like a vagabond on night.
I am on the trail of your shadow searching for you like a mad lover,
i long for your presence and the glimpse of your face.
They discard me like a homeless, surviving on alcohol, I am scorned upon.
Gentle souls throw coins on me.
I want to shout I am no beggar, looking for morsels for survival.
I am no drunkard who has fallen to the prey of alcohol.
It’s only your love that is killing me everyday and destroying my soul,
I am drunk to your beauty and the cusp of your lips.
Your smile and image of your beautiful lip quenches my thirst that turns me into a vagabond roaming the deserted streets,
as I am consumed by liquor of your shadow.
Your spirit haunts me and your love eludes me.