Echo in the valley of illusions

O cupbearer, fill my cup once more, My beloved has left, taking my heart and dreams, To roam the hills with the deer, To delight them with my words and melodies. To show them through my poems what my tongue cannot express, I said, “O cupbearer, fill my cup with spiritual wine, Upon parting with my beloved, I drink the bitter potion.” Now he frolics with them near the valleys, And I hum to the sound of breaking vessels, To inhabit dreams built on my illusions. Fill, O cupbearer, the cup until I forget my place, Upon parting with my beloved, I got drunk until my eyes close, So I forget who I am and who they are, even if it takes a while. He has gone, leaving his mark on the memories of my times.