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"We shall not stay here long, but while we do, 'Tis folly wine and sweethearts to eschew;   Why ask if earth etern or transient be? Since you must go, it matters not to you.

In reverent sort to mosque I wend my way, But, by great Allah, it is not to pray; No! but to steal a prayer-mat! When 'tis worn, I go again, another to purvey.

No more let fate's annoys our peace consume, But let us rather rosy wine consume; The world our murderer is, and wine its blood, Shall we not then that murderer's blood consume?