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'Tis dawn! I hear the loud Muezzin's call, And here am I before the vintner's hall; This is no time for piety. Be still! And drop your talk and airs devotional!

Angel of joyful foot! the dawn is nigh; Pour wine, and lift your tuneful voice on high, Sing how Jamsheds and Khosraus bit the dust, Whelmed by the rolling months, from Tir to Dai!

Frown not at revellers, I beg of thee, For all thou keepest righteous company; But drink, for, drink or no, 'tis all the same, If doomed to hell, no heaven thou'lt ever see.