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217 GHASELLE:

FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ.

Paradise, O hermit wise,

Let us renounce the thought;

Of old therein our names of sin

Allah recorded not.

Who dear to God on earthly sod

No corn-grain plants,

The same is glad that life is had,

Though corn he wants.

O just fakir, with brow austere,

Forbid me not the vine;

On the first day, poor Hafiz' clay

Was kneaded up with wine.