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The people say, "Why not drink somewhat less? What reasons have you for such great excess?" First, my Love's face, second, my morning draught; Can there be clearer reasons, now confess?

Had I the power great Allah to advise, I'd hid him sweep away this earth and skies, And build a better, where, unclogged and free, The clear soul might achieve her high emprise.

This silly sorrow-laden heart of mine Is ever pining for that Love of mine; When the Cupbearer poured the wine of love, With my heart's blood he filled this cup of mine!