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I drown in sin—show me Thy clemency! My soul is dark—make me Thy light to see! A heaven that must be earned by painful works, I call a wage, not a gift fair and free.

Did He who made me fashion me for hell, Or destine me for heaven? I can not tell. Yet will I not renounce cup, lute, and love, Nor earthly cash for heavenly credit sell.

From right and left the censors came and stood, Saying, "Renounce this wine, this foe of good;" But if wine be the foe of holy faith, By Allah, right it is to drink its blood!