Game of Chess: Part XV

Game of Chess: Part XV
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face

The time has come to draw the curtains
There's really nothing more I could say
If this time, also I go unnoticed
I'll just have to go on my way

Only six nights have passed
But they now seem like many
Rioja, Temperanillo, Marques de Aragon
Forget them, I no longer want any

From the Aryans to Ashoka, to the Great Akbar
Khoda knows how many bottles Hindusthaan has drunk
This heart cries, for nobody stays with it too long
From one death to another, the ships are all sunk

Asrar, the time is really coming, you should go
These nights will never end, didn't you know?
You're restless again, although you now know what you want
Wait for the morning Sun; see what it will show

-- Somewhere, sometime in England