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 So I be written in the Book of Love,

I have no care about that book above;

Erase my name, or write it, as you please—

So I be written in the Book of Love.

What care I, love, for what the Sufis say?

The Sufis are but drunk another way;

So you be drunk, it matters not the means,

So you be drunk—and glorify your clay.

Drunken myself, and with a merry mind,

An old man passed me, all in vine-leaves twined;

I said, "Old man, hast thou forgotten God?"

"Go, drink yourself," he said, "for God is kind."

"Did God set grapes a-growing, do you think,

And at the same time make it sin to drink?

Give thanks to Him who foreordained it thus—

Surely He loves to hear the glasses clink!"