Inspired by an indo-persane miniature (Prince holding a cup and a bottle – 1640) – Gouache / Watercolor – 12,60 x 9,45 inch

Death holds in its hands a huge cup.
In this full cup there is destiny.


To one she offers a drink, she makes the other drink,
Another one, drunk, is lying on the ground without moving
Each in turns drinks, served by the cupbearer,
Rich and poor, powerful lord, noble and ugly.
Exquisite beverage! Who once drank,
He does not know anymore if it’s evening or morning.
This cupbearer, he is the one who intoxicates them all,
Neither the community nor the imam avoid him,
Pink cheek nor soft lip do not dodge
Perfume of amber nor rose complexion remain.
From this recklessness, why do not you wake up,
Why do you stay lying down, careless, O people?
In the heart of Sheyyad Hamza at all times,
The God’s mercy gives grace,
He does not know the laws of poetry or grammar,
Rhymes, couplets, nor accurate metaphors.

Sheyyad Hamza