I found the Friend, became a stranger to myself

1.1  I had my wits, but in His love I lost them all
       I found the Friend, became a stranger to myself

1.2  O reason, we are drunk and you are not
       Your preaching has no place in our assembly

1.3   I am the outcast wandering the wine-seller street
        I drain the cup again and again to fall drunk

1.4   Yes, we suffer the heart-ache
        But desire no remedy for the pain

1.5   With such pain, better to seek no remedy
        Love's destruction, for the one enmeshed is love, is joy

1.6   If you thirst, you will find streaming abundance in our tears
        Clear fountain of ecstasy-look, look deep into our eyes

1.7   In the assembly of revellers, 
                                    speak no more of paradise and houris
        Come to the carnival of the drunkards,
                                                                 better here and now

                            ------By a Sufi Sait Poet