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218 Thy mind the mosque and cool kiosk,

Spare fast and orisons;

Mine me allows the drinking-house,

And sweet chase of the nuns.

He is no dervise, Heaven slights his service,

Who shall refuse

There in the banquet to pawn his blanket

For Schiraz' juice.

Who his friend's skirt or hem of his shirt

Shall spare to pledge,

To him Eden's bliss and angel's kiss

Shall want their edge.

Up! Hafiz, grace from high God's face

Beams on thee pure;

Shy thou not hell, and trust thou well,

Heaven is secure.