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THIS IS THE POEM RECITED AT THE FAIRFAX MEMORIAL FOR SHANTI,
 HOSTED BY PIR SHABDA

LIGHT A CANDLE, DRINK SOME WINE

They came and drank the wine
"Wine" they said, but it was only snifing empty casks.
With Rose Attar, we will spread your ashes.

Sakijan, your music still plays on,
Galib gathers as we sing your song.

Hands and feet of henna stain,
Heart of pain, Khayal the aim,
Leave us now, you have work to do,
The full moon empties, the night brings the dew.

No note is perfect by itself,
All beauty comes for "not my self."

Sing of Saki, the Poets Gazal,
Bird of Simurtagh,
Your secrets, we shall never tell.

Go for now, go not with haste,
our hearts want one more,
Sweet, sweet taste.
Of the magic, drink more wine,
Never to see you one more time.

Shanti sings, "I'm going soon,
light a candle and drink some wine.
For the taper slowly disappears, the goblet never emptys

Shivabai, your shakti sigh,
Shantibai the world does cry,
Shivabai,your shakti sigh,
Shantibai, the world does cry.
submitted by Michael Gest